In the summer Alleycat and Bamber are always out and about, lying in the hedges, climbing trees and making sure that the neighbourhood is behaving. But Pink spends most of her time indoors on the kitchen table or out in the garden on the wrought iron chair. Snatcher always had time for Pink (or pretended he did) and she liked to be with him and listen to him singing and she still remembers those days and the memory makes her sad because she knows Snatcher was bad. Those were worrying times. Snatcher had her under his claw and sometimes they’d take a few little risks. Often they would disappear for hours and hours, and Alleycat would send Bamber out to find her. Bamber was younger and less capable then, so occasionally he’d run into trouble and Alleycat would have to go and bring them all back home. I used to help him. With Alleycat walking beside me, I’d call Bamber’s name, and yell for Pink, and of course they always came to us in the end. Snatcher was an ambitious, vainglorious cat and he left us long ago and went to look for his fortune. One day we may hear from him again, but Alleycat’s like a shepherd collecting the flock and Snatcher’s like one of those wolf-cats, bearing down on the fold. Pink loves them both and she can be bad sometimes too, when she remembers Snatcher.