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Introduction'If man could be crossed with the cat it would improve man, but it would deteriorate the cat'Mark Twain'Mr Neville? I'm sorry to'phone you so early on a Sunday, but it's my cat no, it's my husband really. He says the cat's got to go. It's done it once too often and he says it's either the cat or him and you're my last resort.'So begins another Sunday at 7.30 a.m. Gently, I edge my own usually hyperactive and hyper-vocal, but now thankfully asleep, Siamese cat Scribble and her ex-feral friend, Bullet, to one side and crawl out of bed into my office to grab the other phone.'Now, Mrs ''Fisher.''Let's work through this logically so that I can get a better picture. First, what sort of cat do you have, what sex is it and how old is it?''George is a girl. We thought she was a boy but she isn't. She's a one-and-a- half year old moggy. We've one other cat and they seem to get along okay but she just won't stop doing it!''What is she doing, Mrs Fisher?''She pees everywhere. But it's not peeing peeing because she's standing up. She also does puddles behind the sofa and my husband says he's had enough.''How long has George been doing this?''About three months, ever since next door's cat came in and had a fight with her in the kitchen. Oh please say you can help, I couldn't bear to have her well, you know, at the vet's '