The cat featured on our front page came to us some years ago now. We had just lost an old friend when our 19 year old cat died and we wanted another. I was commissioned to scour the cat shelters to see what could be found. The new one came with a reputation, for fighting. Quite how I was persuaded to bring him home I shall never know. A soft lap cat is what we wanted.

But when I got him home, we could not believe that this soft cat was the one that they rescue place had talked about. He was great. That is until we let him out.....he had to stay in for a month to settle.

Suddenly everything changed, he became the terror of the neighbourhood. We got told off by one neighbour because he had duffed up her cat, it was only when we said he was a rescue cat, because the neighbour always thought there was something wrong with rescue cats, that she promised not to hit him again with the broom to stop him fighting. Even now, whilst I write, he is out and I confidently expect before long he will be mixed up in a fight with the twin cats across the road and he certainly will not be on the losing end.

Is that a bit like us, though. Church Sunday, butter would not melt in our mouths, say all the right things, but then get out into the world and we are as bad as the rest?