A few weeks ago I posted about Rosie who has decided that MasterB’s insouciant wanderings and explorations need curbing. She has set herself the task of teaching him a lesson. She has become hi nemesis. Stalking him along the wall, lying in ambush, watching and waiting; she has a full time job.
Here she is on Sunday, crouched behind the vine again. MasterB is with Scally.
Today I received an email from owners. They had read the post and the comments. They attached a photo showing her lying on her back in sunshine.
How, they asked, could anyone call a cat like this grumpy? You have to admit they have a point.
She was busy patrolling again this afternoon. MasterB was investigating the neighbours’ gardens. I watched her. I called her. At first she glared, then she seemed to recognise me, narrowed her eyes and settled down on the wall. I missed the moment when she went home, but there were no fisticuffs.
Maybe harmony will prevail after all.