It seems I am not the only one to find a few days in the country at das Boot beneficial. MasterB has been having a hard time of it lately with his territory invaded by half a dozen new cats on the block. He’s not a natural fighter, quite unlike Cat who gave any would be intruders short shrift and enjoyed a good show of aggression and some claws out action.
So the Ginger Ninja has been intimidated into using the indoor facilities, has had second, third yea even unto sixth thoughts about going out and enjoying his demesne these warm summer evenings.
But after three days and two nights at das Boot, he has come back a different cat. Maybe all that snoozing on the ropes gave him time to reassess the situation and decide he could cope with it after all.
Or maybe it was watching the swans as they swam close to das Boot and made blatant requests for handouts that strengthened his nerve.
Maybe it was vapour trails through the blue skies that lifted his heart.
Or the views across the fenland during the day.
Or at sunset.
Or the smells just outside the window.
Or just the quiet, the fresh air and the space of the countryside.
Because when he came home he claimed the garden as his own, spending five hours outside and only coming in with some reluctance. He seems to have decided that Romeo is not an insurmountable problem. They speak and touch noses with MasterB being the initiator in these encounters. The other cats seem to be making themselves scarce when he is outside. Long may it last.
I have only had to clear the litter tray once since we got home on Wednesday evening. Wonderful.