A guard came to visit our house the other day and said that he had tried to call over Christmas while we were away – see the kind of individual attention we get from the police in the edgy inner city?
He told us that when he called by when we were away, he peered in the window and saw the cat. Then he went to the hall door and looked through the letter box. Hodge was ready for him – she leapt up at him and, by his own admission, he jumped back in alarm. He said that she represented excellent security against burglars. Of course, she would let anyone in who offered to feed her.