I’d chuckled quietly to myself as I’d quickly scanned the Birthday Honours List, my eye caught by a familiar name and a less than exacting citation. Thought it should have read ‘For Service to cats’. Nothing biblical about this you understand, beyond what some might consider Divine Retribution, others just fate, a good comeuppance. For, a little while ago, frustrated at frequent damage the neighbour’s cat was inflicting on the individual’s garden, the offending feline had been bundled into the back of a car and dropped off several hundred miles away. Bit harsh perhaps, but the protagonist ended up spending the next couple of weekends helping friends and neighbours search, quite in vane, for the missing moggie.
