I forgot to mention as well, (it's been a busy blog-day) that I had to shut the kitchen door out into the garden last night, after getting up twice to shoosh Maddie, who had discovered Gizzy on top of the garden shed and was shouting her delight to the neighbourhood, to prevent our pup-miscreant from continuing her cat-harassment.
First result - a peaceful night.
Second result - Gizzy had to spend the night in the utility room.
Now obviously she's done that before and usually finds a comfy place to sleep - see Sometimes I just despair - but I wasn't sure there were any reachable clothes baskets around last night.
However, as usual, I needn't have worried. I have a tiny wee sock-basket (about 5" x 10") on the counter which as (Gizzy's) luck would have it was full of clean tights and socks. And cat, by the end of the night! She'd pulled off the top few pairs to make it easier to fit into and had spent the night snoozing on the remaining hosiery. She fitted well, by tucking her paws under her and looking inscrutable. And once I'd administered the sticky roller to remover the fur, the socks are as good as new.
Trust a cat.
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