Jonty and Myles sat out in the sun, rolling about in the dust and talking about general cat life, licking their paws and play fighting.
‘Jesus’, said Jonty, ‘You know what happened this morning?’
‘What?’
‘Well there I was sitting by my bowl, you know, waiting for my due. Then the rough Hindwalker – the big one with the patchy fur on his face – he trots in, looks down at me and makes one of those dullard noises they make – one that doesn’t even mean anything. I mean, it’s just a noise, what am I supposed to do with that?