I'm nursing some wounds after a silent tussle with DD's feisty black cat.
Picture the scene: 11pm in a quiet suburban bedroom. Child's cabin bed with sleeping child, cat lying like a cat-shaped draught excluder beside child. Of course the cat is sleeping on the far side of the child. A pair of baleful wee-coloured eyes flicker into life. She knows what's coming...
The mother suddenly realises that she has come without appeasing cat treats and will have to do this the hard way. The cat silently stretches and appraises the situation, also realising that the human is unarmed. The mother reaches an outstretched hand across her child's sleeping body and makes a grasp for the cat's neck. She misses!
The cat backs further away. The bed creaks as the woman reaches again, this time the cat silently strikes rapidly, claws digging into the woman's fleece. A smothered curse comes from the mother's mouth. The cat, triumphant, retreats to the furthest corner of the bed.
Her anger roused, the woman determines not to be bested by the feline. Climbing the steps of the bed and quickly diving for the cat, she clasps the beast in a firm grip. The cat twists, the bed creaks and the child's eyes open wide but unseeing.
Frozen in the moment, the mother mutters, "Back to sleep!" Reassured, the child rolls over. Still firmly grasping the protesting cat, the woman drags the cat across the child's body and stomps downstairs with the unimpressed cat under her arm.
Woman 1 - cat 0 but there will be a rematch...