Bad Cat still being wary of the cat flap. Rewind back to Thursday when the residents of The Asbestos Palace left the house at 10 am and didn't return till midnight. Bad Cat was, unusually, nowhere to be seen when we came in (and we normally get a kitty welcoming committee when we come through the door). Odd, but she might not have heard us, she's good at sleeping under the covers in the spare room. Anyway, a hour passes and there's a ruckus outside the back door. What's that? Wander into the kitchen and see a paw trying to squeeze through the edge of the cat flap and pull it open.
It seems the microchip cat flap died during the day, now unresponsive. Oh well, it's about 10 years old. Bad Cat was less happy, she must have been trapped outside all day given she ate a lot of food and drank a lot of water. Then, of course, despite having spent the day outside, she went straight to the litter tray and deployed her full arsenal of chemical weaponry.