Dotte
was making an awful lot of noise downstairs (that's the cat by the way) so I bravely went to check it out. You never know, I might have found some burglar eager to smash in my head with his handy baseball bat or one of Bush's bombs that slightly went astray.
I came in the living room to find her spitting, hissing, even growling from behind the sofa.
Quite impressive for my little Diva.
Turns out it was the evil grey tomcat from nextdoor.
My gorgeous Dotte, fighting against all things evil, grey, furry and uncastrated. You go girl!

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