'Poppy! Poppy! Here kitty kitty' short sighted Mrs Gould calls out into the darkness.

At first there is silence and then a shape slinks through the night towards her, the air chills around them both as a inky blackness brushes past her legs and into the house.

Mrs Gould shuts the door just as Poppy struts to the door and finds she is on the wrong side of it, plaintively she mews.

'Here you are my darling fish for your din dins' Poppy watches mournfully through the window as Mrs G spoons a tin of tuna fish into a bowl. The dark being looks at Poppy and blinks slowly before looking back at Mrs Gould.

It considers it's options. A hundred naughty thoughts drift into it's mind, but then it smells the tuna and feels Mrs G's rough hand smoothing its head. It looks at Poppy again and smiles at the cat as it turns back to eat it's supper.

Poppy mews plaintively she doesn't trust this interloper but is powerless to intervene..

The darkness looks at Poppy again. 'Tomorrow' it thinks 'I may rip this place up, destroy that pesky cat but just for tonight I can play nice'.

It settles on the sofa and watches Poirot on TV while Mrs G softly strokes his head. 'Or maybe I'll stay a bit longer it thinks'.

After all it's a long time since it has known friendship.