There’s an old Scottish legend that speaks about the Cait Sith (pronounced ‘caught shee‘), a witch in the form of a terrifying wild cat who roams the Highlands and is capable of appearing and disappearing at will. The Cait Sith is supposed to be the size of a large dog, and she is pure black except for a white mark on her chest.  She spells doom to all who cross her path. Do you believe this kind of rubbish?   I’m sure I don’t.   The things that really make my fur stand on end are the hoover and the floor mop… oh, and that memorable time when Verity dressed…