Moaning Minnie has become very big for her boots.
Whilst still very shy of people she has become a fearsome huntress.
She no longer moans continuously and we now call her Cathy,
pronounced 'Catty' here. Yes, I know. She has been content with her,
somewhat limited territory, comprising of the upstairs hall, bedroom
and veranda, up until now.
Last night, presumably by way of the adjacent breadfruit tree,
she went out,
only to reappear in the early hours just before dawn, when I recognised her commanding cries issuing from outside the front door.
She has become a 'catten', the feline equivalent of a teenager,
beguiling, belligerent and bossy.