A Stranger in Town

Around the time that Cat died I posted about a naughty but handsome ginger who had appeared. No one knew where he lived. He was one of the reasons why NotCat wears a collar as this lad quickly acquired a reputation for raiding kitchens and marking his territory. People were letting him know he was not wanted in these parts. The last thing NotCat needed as he adapted to his new environment and learned about the great outdoors was neighbours shooing him away. Hence the bell and notice given to all and sundry.

Then Ginger went away. I have seen once or twice, but today he showed up in our garden and has been there all day.

The Ginger Stranger

The first I knew of his presence was when I found NotCat sitting on the gatepost looking pensive. He jumped down to greet me and Ginger appeared from under a shrub. I can’t work out his intentions. NotCat seems to want to be friends. But there’s evidently some tension between the two.

Watching

Ginger is not feral. He has sniffed my proffered hand but not advanced further. However, when I gave NotCat a tummy rub, Ginger came over and biffed him.

NotCat wants to be outside with him, so he can’t be too worried.

Take Two

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Gingernuts

Here it is, the first official photo of Not Cat. Beautiful or what?

By last night I’d had Not Cat some seventy-two hours, but given the flea scenario and then the trip to Mother’s, I’d given him less attention and fewer cuddles than you might expect. Which I offer as way of excuse for my belated discovery.

After we left Mother’s flat and were back in the guest room, I put some fresh food down for Not Cat and then began to prepare for bed. He sauntered over and I watched him go. His backlegs seemed strangely stiff; he had a John Wayne after a long day in the saddle look about him. Onto my mind’s eye flashed an image of Sonny, our semi-feral and local kitten father and the way he walks.

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