
Wow, well done Lily, I wish my lot were that good!
Two nights ago I had a cat sitting on my fence a good 50ft down the garden. It ignored the sound of 5 dogs and a human standing on a big paving slab that cluncks when stood on, it ignored the security lighting coming on and it ignored 40kg of Doberman hurtling towards it barking her silly head off.
I think it must have jumped just as Cadies had it by the tail as it ended up flying through the air in a big arc and landed way over Baloo's head and ran through the stock fencing I have covering my sparce hedge on the other side of the garden. It had a very lucky escape.
Cadies is normally well controlled by voice but I think she couldn't hear me due to her own silly barking, Baloo has cloth ears at the best of times.
On a side note, I will never understand cats, although I have had them all my life. What is so facinating about being in my garden of flat plain lawn? I am surrounded by gardens with orchards, wilderness and mature trees and undergrowth. Why are they always in my garden at night?
Hope the poor thing gets over it's fright and learns to run away when it still has plenty of time, I don't think my poor pounding heart could deal with that again.