Congratulations on having your stitches out last week. The surgery appears to have done you the world of good, and we are glad you are enjoying your second kitten-hood.
However, your sister, next-door's cats, next-door's dogs, the local birds, mice and even foxes(!) don't seem to be enjoying this as much. Not everything that moves requires bolting out of the back door like a rocket, hurtling across the lawn and knocking it flying with a sharp one-two from the front paws, nor a victory lap while your victim lies stunned, before going back to hiding just inside the door in case it moves again. It has also involved two stepladder rescues, retrieval from loft, and a death dive from the top of the wardrobe.
In cat years you are sixty. Where has this sudden fascination with extreme sports come from?
Mum (who is glad to see you are alright)