THE BEAST OF READING

A Black panther?

Er.... No.

Knolly.

Our resident beautiful black tom cat who knows no fear.

Knolly can regularly be seen strutting along the railway lines on top of the embankment at the far side of the recreation ground behind the house - stopping only to lick himself nonchalantly, as a massive intercity thunders by.

Knolly used to come into our flat if we left our window open down the road, we'd know he was in the house, as we'd hear his huge body crashing through the floorboards in the kitchen, even if we were in the sitting room listening to music or watching the television.

Knolly is indeed great. A great big lump of cat. All meat mind - no fat on the Knoll.

I missed a wonderful photo opportunity with Knolly this morning - seconds before this picture was taken (again from the spare bedroom across the hunting ground, sorry, recreation ground); big Knoll, the Knoll-meister, was stalking a Large, adult, male Green Woodpecker that was about 20' away from the Daddy-Knoll.

I would have put my money on Knolly.

Yes indeedy.