Barbera, people will surely think I am crazy, but I know you'll all understand. After 24.00 o'clock I went out to the kitchen window to look for Pjevs again and he turned up in the yard. I let him in to the staircase and got some food, he was too frightened to eat outside. I was lucky to get him in just before the worst started - the kitchen staircase was reasonably quiet. He ate the food while I was stroking him and he had a good brushing which he enjoyed! I really felt he needed my comfort. It was past 1 o'clock when I let him out again - much more calm.

Fister hated the "hissing" rockets and hid under the bed, but came out soon after 24.30 and sat with John.