Miaaaaoooow

I worked hard on a leaving card for hours tonight and F was out with friends. So Whisky, though he was settled on a cushion beside me, felt like he had not had his fair quota of evening attention. So, at '5 minutes until blip deadline', I finished the card, stood up and came across a miaowing cat. A catnip bite and a few strokes later, he shot out the catflap for a night of hunting.