Intruder

OK, identified the source of the strange smell... after I posted that last entry, I went into town on a foraging mission and returned home in a very manly manner to my manor, wearing my best lumberjacks shirt after much trial with a freshly killed chinese takeaway slung over my shoulder. Ah, the wilderness life. Ray Mears has nothing on me, I tell yer. Anyway Shades, stop digressing. "OK, schizophrenic false personality, as you say".

Wandered up to the house; the cat's in the window waiting for me. Hang on a mo.... the size is right and the shape is right but since when did my cat have white patches on his chest? Has he been sniffing tippex again? Clearly not. The stranger cat in the window takes one look at me, realises I actually intend to enter the house and buggers off sharpish, to the kitchen and presumably out of the cat flap which one would assume was not as secure as it's advertising material would have you believe. Giz is upstairs, holding onto the upper territory like a dervish. There's actually blood on the divan cover. No visible injuries on my cat, a little bit of examination suggests no harm; could it be he actually won a scrap? But he's a wuss. All he normally beats up is dogs.