Our first cat
was a seriously scary wee bugger. Total psycho, he squared up to everything in the neighbourhood (including the alsatian along the street and the odd wandering fox).

His favourite trick was to lie in wait behind the cat flap and attack the postie's legs while he delivered the mail. The paperboy wised up a bit quicker and used to stand to the side.

We couldn't let it go on, so one morning I locked the cat flap and watched. The postie walked down the path, and lifted the letterbox flap. The cat launched himself forward and ...

*clunk*

His head impacted the cat flap and he sorted of somersaulted over himself. Once I'd stopped laughing (and the postie was at a safe distance) I opened the cat flap and he slowly pushed it open with his paw. Then shot me a filthy look and disappeared for the rest of the day.
(TheWeeWitch hasn't been here much recently .., Thu 24 Apr 2008, 14:51, Reply)