Custard Cat came in tonight. Miaowing. Asking for attention. Wanting love and attention.

Personally, I thought she had been bullied. Again. The new cats that have moved into the area, with their gangster attitudes and big guns. They all wear the same colour collar, and are all the same breed. And they only attack in their gangs.

Maybe I'm undermining Custards position. I've recently walked around with one of those 2.5 litre pump water pistols that can shot over 50ft. Just to back her up if I see her in trouble. Sad really, but my cat used to be one of the top cat. She's a top mouse catcher - she's even taken on a rat. She used to have fun with the others, puncing around and playing. There were no fights. No black eyes. No claws left behind.

But that changed. Custard has lost her confidence and we've even caught her looking at a bullying hotline ad. She used to got out all of the time - out of the two of them, she would be the one to take the car keys. But of late, she only leaves the house by night. It's safer. Except today. I could tell there was something different in her. Her attitude, the way she held herself - this was the old Custard.

She was back!

She jabbed, lunged and weaved her way around the square. She fought back. To the point we thought she was wounded. She came back, wanting company and loving, calling for attention. We fought she wanted food. Or even praise for making her mark on what was once hers. We were proud of our kitty and told her so. But then it all got to much for her, and she was promptly ill in front of us.

With a half dead wasp in the midst.

It's a tough cat world in our square now - but I think our kitty has just made her mark.