> . . . score one for the cat . . .

He was In Disgrace for the rest of the day, which really confused him. Usually he gets praised when he brings us tribute; it's often at half past yesterday, and he won't shut up his meowling till someone has got out of bed, gone downstairs and admired his kill. (We're not sure whether he's trying to train us to hunt, or to tell us "*this* is what dinner is supposed to taste of".)