We had another visit from Ginger today. I know this sounds/is anthropomorphic, but I believe MasterB shares my mixed feelings towards his serious friend. We are both always very pleased to see him, and then almost relieved when he goes.
Today he was hungry. I gave him the remains of MasterB’s meal. Ginger is a member of The Clean Plate Club.
MasterB both wants to be with Ginger and to get away from him. I end up doing a fair amount of chaperoning. Ginger’s main drawback for MasterB is that he still doesn’t understand how to play. MasterB prances after leaves, Ginger’s ears swivel. MasterB does his little play-with-me dance, Ginger stares at him. MasterB chatters excitedly at a crow on top of a chimney that he couldn’t reach in a million years, Ginger sniffs at him. I don’t know if Ginger never had an imagination, or if the school of hard knocks has so dulled it that it may neverappear again. He almost looks like he disapproves of Masterb”s frivolity.
Today Ginger came inside. MasterB was the attraction. Ginger climbed the stairs with surprising confidence. MasterB was round-eyed. Ginger was less sure about coming into the flat, but he followed MasterB and then leapt on him in dominant style. I clapped my hands. Ginger retreated to the doormat. What MasterB made of Ginger being inside I don’t know. Do animals really feel jealousy? Anyway, the two boys spent some time on the stairs. I washed up. Ginger was very interested in the windowsill and sat there for a while.
I got a photo of him looking very sweet.
But this one tells more of the story.
MasterB often adopts the higher, dominant position with Ginger.
Ginger went out again. A few minutes later, MasterB asked to go out too. He rushed up to Ginger and headbutted him. All very friendly. But then they seemed really awkward together, as though they didn’t have anything to talk about. They stayed near each other, followed each other, but didn’t interact. It’s like a feline version of the Odd Couple.
MasterB ended up playing on his own while Ginger watched him.
A few minutes after this I made a move to go in as I had to get on with some work. MasterB hurried after me. Then once inside he wanted to go out again, but Ginger had gone. MasterB checked the garden, miaowed, came back in and has slept on the chair ever since.
So, any animal psycologists out there, please tell me what is going on.