My life seems divided between work and cats at the moment. Heaven knows, when I was fifteen this is not how I imagined my prime; wondering about the reproductive status of cats and if a litter of kittens was going to be born in my garden.
And yet this is how it is. Plus worrying about how MasterB fits in with the latest feline dynamic, and hoping he is not being sidelined in his own garden. I’d hate him to feel left out.
As Cookie has not been howling for a mate and has reached double figures in months without becoming pregnant, the vet has calculated she was probably neutered when a kitten. But has the new kid on the block, this handsome black and white cat, got designs on her virtue?
S/he is very fixated on Cookie and follows and chases her around the garden. I am in two minds about how Cookie feels about this. Sometimes she reaches out with an aggressive swipe of her paw, at other times she seems okay with it.
But is the newcomer intact? Was that a glimpse of furry testicles I saw under his tail? S/he is nervous about humans, so any intimate examination is out of the question.
S/he hunts Cookie as a cat normally hunts a mouse; watching, pouncing. It seems neither playful nor lover-like.
When MasterB was outside he was also chased, and seemed bracketed with Cookie, but not quite part of the same story.
He’s outside now. Cookie is, I presume, in with the neighbours for the night, and the Black and White has left the garden.
I am just hoping it doesn’t end with fights or kittens.