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  CATS, HUSBANDS, HOLIDAYS, MYSTERY and MORE! January to March With hindsight, things didn’t get off to a great start at Chez Nocturne, my lovely home. The traditional New Year’s Day lunch with neighbours to celebrate a new beginning was endangered when my cat jumped on to the table as we were eating the starters, and then tragically ruined when he had an epileptic fit. I watched in horror as convulsions, spasms and contractions threw Algernon (the cat) into the delightful, if slightly spicy, salsa I had lovingly spent almost an hour preparing especially for the occasion. With his paws now totally uncoordinated, the cat proceeded to spray my creation over guests and carpet alike, like a young child feeding bread to ducks for the first time. A strange silence enveloped the room. Guests were open-mouthed in astonishment as they watched the ghastly scene unfold. Then, the cat stopped twitching and collapsed. Sadly, Algernon had miaowed his last. The rest of the lunch was cance...