1999: One morning at 2am, the alarm woke me up. Thinking it was
the bedside alarm, I reached over to turn it off but realised
it was the house alarm and one of the cats must have gone downstairs.
Half asleep, I headed for the stairs only to be met by Pasha who
was lying across the top of the staircase. I tried to step over
her a couple of times but she growled, hissed and continually
bit my ankles. Looking down into the darkness an inky shadow exited
the ground floor window. We had just been burgled. Had it not
been for my beautiful Pasha, I would have walked into a nightmare.