The loudest miaow....

.....I have ever heard belonged, until today, to Ginger, tall, skinny and the office cat. Office in that it hangs around the place all day, every day and can usually be found by the simple means of looking in the direction of high-volume, piercing whines.

Then I encountered the scrawny creature in pursuit of a much smaller, skinnier cat that it proceeded to torment. It was a close run thing: the noise, not the skirmish.

But by the narrowest of margins, the louder screeches were coming from the smaller, skinnier, more persecuted of our specimens of feline Emirati life.

My photographs may not capture the strict sequence of the encounter.

But you get the general idea.......

....of a somewhat uneven contest.

Or were they merely playing?