Wolfie is stood looking ominous and grim-reaperish at my half open bedroom door. Tabitha is sat on my bedroom floor. They are eyeballing each other. Neither has moved for 10 minutes. There has been intermittent growls and spits. Obviously I can't go to bed until one of them throws in the towel, and I can't leave the room as I need to be here in case of kick-off. Bloody cats.