Wilf usually ignores Amilee and vice versa. However this morning Amilee decided that Wilf had crossed some invisible line in the sand. There was an arching of the back, a hiss, and the next thing Wilf and I knew was that an aroused Amilee was bearing down on us. When faced with a fiery French feline female Wilf did the only thing any sensible male can do - howl and retreat. Back safely at home Wilf gave me his 'Blimey ! That was a turn up for the books' look.