At first I thought it might be the cover blowing but there was no wind. After three nights of it, I hunkered down in my mates car with a video recorder aimed at my bike and a tyre iron as an equaliser.
The screaming alarm woke me, and I flicked the headlights switch but there wasn’t anything to see. I leapt out but couldn’t hear any kind of engine making a rapid exit.
Checking the video, I saw a blurry shape streak out from under the cover and disappear over a wall. I rewound it to just before the headlights and played it in slo-mo. Most of it was fuzzy, but there was a perfect still of a cat’s tail end pausing briefly at the top of the wall. I printed off a copy of the picture for my album and captioned it Cat’s Ass Trophy.