Poor Miss Pinkerton was simply ambling through Owl Wood when something attacked her.
She screamed like a banshee as she tried to escape.
Normally a cowardly-custard, brave Dobson raced to her rescue and soon Miss Pinkerton and Coco (our cats) came racing back to me, through the wood. They looked twice their normal size, with toilet-brush tails and their fur standing on end.
Dobson was silent. Usually a rescue event is a good excuse for a bit of a bark, tell the intruder off and get some brownie points for seeing them off. This time he worked silently and the intruder left.
When my hero re-appeared he went straight over to Miss Pinkerton and sniffed her all over, checking to see how she was.
Blood dripped from a puncture to her ear and some tufts of hair had come out, but she was otherwise unmarked, although still very frightened.
When the grandchildren came home from school and nursery, they wanted to know what was wrong with Miss Pinkerton's ear, so we told them.
Merry listened, then said there must have been a "bad-guy animal in the wood". She then went on to say that she would 'get a stick and kill that bad-guy animal'. (She is only 3 and loves all our pets. Grandpa and I had to hide our smiles as her schoolteacher mother helped her with the 'correct' response... I prefer the simple, honest, emotional response from Merry. Naughty Gran.)
Miss Pinkerton seems to be content to hang around the gardens although I'm sure that will change in a day or two and she'll resume her usual patrols.