George, a year old next week and asserting his cat-hood, came hurtling past me down the garden, a streak of black lightning in pursuit of a butterfly. He took off in a spectacular 3 1/2 foot vertical leap – head feet body feet tail – like a tiny puma.
I started laughing at the point where Newtonian physics kicked in and he began an equally spectacular descent – tail feet body feet head – into the pond.
He’s mostly dry now.
Can butterflies snigger?