When our sister left Yorkshire and returned to her own house it was to find, as Jim Perrin had told her in a telephone call, that one of her cats (the most timid) was – still – missing. It was only when she was back in Wales that he described to her the night on which this cat had disappeared – never to return.
Jim Perrin confessed that there had been the most terrible sound outside his caravan: really wild “screaming” as of perhaps, a cat fight. We thought this unlikely as Jac’s cats generally lived in harmony – apart from the occasional short spat – and certainly fighting was not known among them; but we wondered, and said so to Jim Perrin, if “Moon-cat” might have been carried off by a fox, so dreadful were the sounds that he had heard and described to us. Continue reading