Poor Lady

No wonder Lady had wanted to come into the house when I was locking up. The poor thing was obviously feeling vulnerable being left outside. I think that she was one of three cats dueling in the roof space above my bedroom minutes ago. The alpha male, aka Scarface Claw tends to prowl the neighbourhood after dark. In the day, he sits in his cage looking like a king sunbaking. We need to arrange somekind of refuge for Lady. I will need to discuss this with my Mum tomorrow. I thought that the ceiling was about to collapse due to the ruckus caused by the cats. Poor Lady, she is not ready to be a Mum yet... She needs time to get over that little one.