MasterB has a new friend, a pretty tabby who, I think, lives in one of the houses over the wall. I saw them playing together today, but when I tried to take a photograph of them MasterB rushed towards me and then the tabby ran away. I did get this picture though.
I can’t describe how strange this feels to have a cat who wants feline friends. My years with Cat were a learning curve in cat aggression. He loathed other cats, and the sight of one in the garden would unleash territorial aggression, ferocious yowls and full on fighting where fur literally flew. MasterB likes other cats. I am glad there are other neighbourhood cats who are likeminded.
In another part of London not so far away, MasterB’s face is on the front of the vet’s van. It’s fame, of a sort. Not quite a poster boy, but maybe the first step.