They are much more independent, they leave when they want and they come back whenever they like. They are silent, peaceful assassins. They sit in a garden motionless, watching their next prey happily chirping away on trees. One wrong move and they are dead. Tiger brings presents to us — dry leaves, plastic backs, and any other rubbish. I wish I could tell her that we don’t need the rubbish in the house but Tiger is a cat and she will do anything she wants to do.