Sallied forth with Feed No. 17 I think it was and braked hard. There on the patio sat The Black One, quite relaxed. I knew he was quite relaxed because I was sufficiently proximate to see into his big golden eyes and the pupils were mere slits.
He looked at me, I looked at him, we each took the measure of the other.
I flicked my hand from right to left and stood back invitingly. He stood, stretched (!!!! - 'onest, he
stretched) and slowly walked right past me in an impressively dignified manner. The pupils of his eyes had dilated to half-size but otherwise there were no signs of nerves.
He jumped over the little wall and turned left round the corner of the bungalow. I could still see the right half of his body as he tiddled up the corner.
I count that as being Honours Even but wished that the blackbirds in the cherry tree hadn't laughed so loud

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