Behold the proud kitty of victory.
Capn had a terrible fight with Ginger-and-white-Bastard last night. In his sleep.
Given we were sharing a pillow, was tricky not to get involved, cos the thrashing and crooning of threats pretty much woke the street. I lost my corner of the duvet.
He lay there - while I desperately tried not to laugh - twitching and swearing, as I stroked him reassuringly. Finally the paws stopped flailing, he let out a long yowl of triumph and a massive fart.
So brave.