Street-Fighting Cat

Cat must have been neutered when he was very young, but the testosterone leaked in somewhere.

He had no interest in girls, but he certainly understood the importance of territory. Our trips to the see the vet were usually fight related, as Cat racked up an impressive number of abscesses from his war wounds, and, on one occasion, a huge rip that curved under his arm. A few drops of blood on his fur made me investigate further, and off we went again. This time he had to have surgery and stitches. His chest was shaved, making him look like a half-plucked chicken. Not a good look, but it soon grew back.

I used to lecture him; “What goes around comes around,” I’d say, holding his face and looking seriously into his amber eyes. “You won’t always be the youngest fittest cat on the block you know, and you won’t be so handsome with only one eye.”

He took no notice.

One of the worst times when some neighbours decided to let their female cat have kittens before they had her neutered. They actually approached me to ask if Cat might do the deed, but I had to explain that was no longer in his power.

The easiest route into their garden was through ours, so a motley assortment of intact Tom cats presented Cat with opportunities for daily fights.

This was right up his street; in his prime, a day without a fight was a day wasted as far as he was concerned, and even recently he has chased younger cats out of the garden, or terrified them with the force of his glare.

His opponents were not beautiful. Their bodies showed the toll of serious fighting for the right to pass on their genes. They had ragged ears, motheaten coats and half-closed eyes. They were the Bill Beaumonts and Henry Coopers of the feline world, whereas Cat was more in the Leslie Phillips mould.

I learned to race outside and spoil his fun at the first throaty yowl, which I heard in my head as “Vet Bills”. He didn’t thank me for it.

Nor could he understand what these bruisers found so fascinating over the wall. His was the big garden, the real status territory, though they did have a fishpond over there which he found fascinating.

One summer night a few years ago, he asked to go out in the predawn. I let him.
A while later, I was woken by the sounds of a catfight. I looked out of the window to the alarming sight of one of my neighbours in a towelling robe holding a golf club in a threatening manner. By the time I got downstairs he’d gone inside. Cat came up to me, smugly pleased with himself. The other cat had vanished.

The following day, I saw my neighbour. He’d been woken by the cats outside his window. He was very fond of Cat and rushed to his rescue. I pointed to the clumps of fur on the grass. They were all black. Not a single tuft of ginger or white among them.

14 thoughts on “Street-Fighting Cat

  1. Lovely 😀 Keep them coming!

    I wonder what it is that makes some cats so territorial? Sophie would have a fit when saw a cat in *HER* garden and continued chasing (but not necessarily fighting them) till she was about 15.

    Your story about Cat not knowing what was so interesting reminds me of when Little Mo went into heat and was throwing herself at Jakey Cat. He was definitely a cat of advancing years at the time and had no interest in her whatsoever. He looked positively alarmed by her attention!

  2. My aunt’s neutered Siamese, Simon, was similarly approached by her two nubile unneutered females. He took to spraying again…
    Oops, I jusr clicked on the you like (1) button to see what it did, and it now seems I like my own post. No time to investigate how to remove it now.

    • Click on the ‘You like this’ button above, then ‘View all posts I like’. Then click remove at the bottom of the post that you don’t like any more.

      Although I hope you do like your own writing 😀

      • Success! Thank you Sophie.
        Sometimes when I reread I like a post I’ve written, sometimes I don’t. My tastes don’t always seem to match those of people who comment. Though I know far more people read than comment.
        I’m reading v few posts at the minute, so am looking forward to having the time and headspace to enjoy catching up on some blogs. On the other hand, writing them is proving therapeutic.

  3. I’ve so truly enjoyed your brief account of Cat’s successful battles (from his point of view, of course), that I’m going to forward them right now to my whole family!

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