Ana Half-Tail, Warrior Cat, King of the Culvert, was a handsome alpha-male with ambitions to extend his territory. He was also The Cat’s Number One Son and, as a dutiful and loyal son, returned to the garden to visit his mother as often as he could. He also returned to have a good feed, which might or might not have been coincidental 😊

Naturally, Ana was at the cutting edge of current trends with his fur gelled up with what looked like cement, a dab of engine oil behind each ear and maybe some paint or even tyre-tracks on his back making him quite irresistible to the ladies of the neighbourhood – and here is the proof!

This was one morning, and Ana had spent the night out on the town. Maybe he had walked through the fields, damp with dew, and his fur-gel had set like cement, or maybe it actually was cement. It was certainly a very fashionable look at the time, and just what you’d expect from a handsome and debonair gentleman.

Not the best photo maybe, but – yes, that was a swathe of green pain between Ana’s eyes. Where he could possible have been overnight to come back with fresh green paint on his head, heaven only knows. Obviously, he declined to comment.

Never mind that scratched and smutty nose, what about that suspiciously black patch of fur on your chest, Ana? More likely than not, it was some sort of oil and a badge of honour worn by a handsome gent-about-town.

Close up, this could have been tyre-marks, but whatever the cause, it was definitely a big, greasy patch on Ana’s back.

Ana’s motto was eat, sleep, rave, repeat, and he certainly lived life to the full.