Inkie is sulking because his humans took away his bird. Photo: Ellen Whyte
It was just before dawn, and I was on the phone to a dear friend in Cambodia, sorting out the problems of the world, when there was a frightened shriek. Recognising trouble, I ran upstairs to find Inkie with a mouth full of bird.
Seeing me, our tuxie boy's yellow eyes narrowed. I've taken a catch off him before, and this time, the glare signalled, he was not letting go.
