"You are NOT a cat!"

These are the words we find ourselves saying to Ophelia rather a lot these days. First it was her predilection for Baggins's cat food, which used to sit in the kitchen but kept being raided, so was moved to the porch. Today I was in the kitchen with Ophelia, turned my back and next thing heard her struggling and saw she was almost through the cat flap into the porch. A quick photo and then she was rescued, though she didn't seem too pleased. I think she saw it not as a rescue, more as a thwartwed attempt to escape.