Bastet has tempered her mad nightly ferility since she ran into a wall and knocked herself out

I rushed her to the vet and he said she had concussion and that because her eyes were damaged by cat flu that she couldn't see as well as she would like in the dark.

So until she learnt the layout of the house Bastet stuck to giving me a bath and *massage* at night for a few weeks. Now its that mad little pink furry feral thing that drops mousies on my head, bounds up and down the hall, chases a ball up and down the stairs *she learnt if she threw it down the stairs and she dragged it up and threw it down again it was great fun!* annoys my flatmate by INSISTING she must be let into his room.

The nightly ferals are great aren't they!