Heard the meowl of a cat in distress this morning. Rushed downstairs and checked all the rooms - no cats - rushed back upstairs and checkd the bedrooms - no cats apart from Leo asleep on our bed.
Discovered McCavity in the bath, all big round eyes in fluffed up black fur.
She ran round in circles, clockwise, twice, reached escape velocity and clambered/slithered over the edge of the bath and ran/slithered/rolled down stairs.
What was all that about?