Westie Boy and His Kittens Update

Back in February, I wrote about Westie Boy and his Kittens.
He was rather rough with them, particularly the ginger and white male who had learned to fear him and cringed, inciting Westie Boy’s inner bully.
Well, things change. The kittens have grown. Westie Boy can still be a bit thuggish with them, but by and large they hold their own, and the three are happy companions. They share an interest in the new chick, are largely ignored by the Big Cat, chase each other around the garden, vie for attention from passing humans, and play wrestle on your feet.

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Two Cats

The Big Cat strolled confidently into the room and sat between Aunt N and me on the sofa, purring
contentedly.

My, what a change in her demeanour.

She’s always been at the bottom of the pecking order of the cats and dogs in this house. Now she’s reached the top at the ripe old age of twelve, and she’s relishing the position, even holding her own against visiting dogs, though toddlers make her vanish.

The Big Cat

So when Mother’s brother, Uncle B, and her youngest sister, Aunt N, came down from Belfast for the
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