Evil cat was in the garden and noticed that nice Mr Next Door was out, so she went out for a snuggle. She passed next door's tom cat, Socks, who is twice her size and ten real years younger, or about seventy cat years.
Of course she attacked him - this is evil cat who has a lot more fur than brains. Socks, being a sensible moggy, ran.
On the way back to the garden she was so jumpy that when nice Mr Next Door went to stroke her she drew blood.
He is supposed to feed her while we are on holiday.
Fortunately he understands and humours elderly cats. But scratching the hand that is going to feed you is not good.
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