Says Sem as she leans down to scratch little Tigger under the chin. 'You've missed all the fun kitty, all the nasty vicious Vikings and Celts have run away into the desert. No doubt they are holed up in Aknehatate's Watering Hole by now. I'm rather hoping the heat will kill them. If not, it's a pretty sure bet Aknehatate's beer will!'

She picks the kitten up and smiles as it snuggles into her arms. 'You come with me Tigger. I know where there's a gazelle steak with your name on it!'