I have just been hit in the guts in the middle of the night; trampled by a low flying hissing Buidheag, because Pangur Bán was trying to play with her, chased her and she ran over me in bed, jumped on my stomach and then fled up the six-foot-high cat pole which is in the corner ; the pole has a platform on the side and a nest near the top, which Buidheag loves a lot. I think it is beneath Buidheag’s diginity if one of the kittens attempts to play with her, although they do get on fine normally and kiss noses when they meet.