PUSSY POWER

Toby, the ginger tom, sat on the window sill. He looked despondently at his human. Once again his bowl had been filled with hard tack. Leaping to the floor, one sniff confirmed the bad news. He liked meat not cereal biscuits. Catching food was fun, ready-made better.
Oblivious to his owner’s cries he jumped through the cat-flap; a fresh expedition beckoned.
His route took him to the back garden of number 42. He was instantly through their flap and tucking in to some juicy steak.
The behaviour of the resident tortoiseshell confirmed his instincts.
Food first, mating second!