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WHEN my husband moved into my house my cat made every effort to see off what he perceived as a dangerous interloper. Overnight, James Vanderpuss, transmogrified from an inert lump to a slitty-eyed, wildly athletic, malicious gargoyle.

He defecated nightly up the skirting boards, leaving a molten gift in that crevasse between wall and wood. He divided up the rest of his week throwing bouts of cystitis (requiring violently expensive medication), peeing with remarkable accuracy into my shoes and hurling himself at my bedroom window, occasionally detaching the rubber seals like whirling spaghetti.