The Baticat

We are frequently awoken at night by the deranged howling of this poor creature who lives somewhere in our neighbourhood. We don't know his name, but we have christened him the 'baticat' (more properly the 'battty cat') on account of the fact that he is clearly a few anchovies short of a pizza. He's sociable enough, doesn't seem to want food and presents no threats to other cats in the neighbourhood, so his presence is tolerated.

We are a cat-owning, cat-loving family, and no doubt our own felines will appear in this blog soon. But today is the Baticat's moment of glory.