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At least I know why I have eggshells dropping from the stowage space of my garage all of a sudden! While I sat on the terrace, petting my guest cats, a full-grown marten did a merry chase across my garden, longingly eyeing the cats which were not in the least alarmed but rather interested in joining the romp. Marten jumped on my hubby´s car which unsettled me a bit, because we need his car hale and functioning, since mine shows the first signs of old age. So I sprang to my feet, accidentally dropping Mr. Tails who was not amused, and made a dash to hubby´s vehicle. Marten skived off sliding down the bonnet, cats hard on his heels (all four of them), and chickened out into the garage, using the garden fence side, tiptoeing over the laths into safety, cats still behind him (all of them, tiptoeing too, of course). Apparently marten knew the way up from past experiences, while the cats did not. I found them sitting on the concrete floor, eyeing each other perplexedly. Their playfellow had vanished into thin air. Sorry, guys, but I would not dare and play tag with a fully grown marten in your position!