There’s a new cat on the block. A very large tabby. When I saw him the other day I thought it was Simba from across the road, but since then I have had a better look, and this boy is a heavyweight, and Simba is lean.
He is quite the most exciting thing MasterB has encountered in a long while.
Indoors, the ginger ninja is putting in lots of practice; leaping, running and attacking moving targets.
Which means me.
Rough play is the order of the day as he gets himself into shape for stalking this intruder around the garden. I notice he only utters threats when I am close by, armed with my water spray against the foe. The squirrel is probably delighted at this opportunity to put its feet up in the dray and enjoy a bit of peace.
MasterB is loving it. He hurries out into the garden, a purposeful look on his whiskers. By the gate he stops, cranes his neck forward, alert for any movement, then takes up a position in the bushes where he can see without being seen.
He’s getting loads of exercise, and, once I can get him at night, is sleeping like a log.
So long as it doesn’t come to fisticuffs, I really couldn’t hope for better entertainment for my boy as winter closes in.