This thread has made my morning, cannot get enough cat stories.
Pictured here is our late, dearly lamented FiveMoggy. I could tell you many tales but her finest hour was the occasion of the Cat, the Rat, the husband and the toasting fork.
My DH had a cold and decided to curl up on the sofa for the night so that he could watch TV if he couldn't get to sleep. He was finally dropping off in the early hours when the cat flap went Ba DOOM Bang Bang which could only mean the arrival of FiveMoggy.
She was singing Marooow Marooow, which was her "I've got some thing for youuuuuuuuu," song. She wasn't lying, it was a rat.
DH foolishly bellowed something like takethatbackoutsideyoucompletebastard and FiveMoggy, startled, dropped the rat.
The rat turned and reared up in front of the cat who, having considered her options thought "Bugger this, he (DH) isn't even grateful" and retired, haughtily through the cat flap.
The rat eyed DH and DH eyed the rat, groping for the nearest weapon which happened to be the toasting fork.
What followed according to my husband was a cross between a wall of death and a bull fight as he chased the rat round the room as it ran over and under all the furniture while DH tried to stab it or brain it with the toasting fork, upending the furniture as he went.
He finally got it cornered and there remains, to this day, a odd dent in the prongs that looks a bit like a rats head.
What really, really took the biscuit, according to my DH, was FiveMoggy sticking her head through the cat flap every couple of minutes in a "have you got it yet? No? Oh FFS," kind of way.