At the very beginning of the year, a stray white and black cat pitched up in our garden. Thin, and with nasty wounds on his front paws, he was taken in by Hamilton’s Cat Fund, fed, treated by the vet, named Trevor, and given lots of attention. Some of you very generously contributed to the cost of his treatment and food. You may recall how he grew healthy and happy; alert to the sound of the back door of the house opening and the possibility of another meal. In the summer, he was given the run of the garden, where he swiftly disillusioned another cat who thought he might be a bit of a pushover. He gave us a scare when he disappeared for two weeks in August. Hunting, the charity thought, and hopefully not something bigger and stronger than himself. But bears and wolves have been extinct for quite a while now in Dulwich. Continue reading
I am about to dash off to Octavia’s for some chat and to see her her mother, who is visiting. However, I had to post this first. Just look at how healthy and handsome Trevor is now.What a warm and fuzzy moment just looking at his picture.
Only a few weeks ago, MasterB was scared to go into the garden in case he met Trevor, a skinny, injured and frightened stray cat who was sheltering between the binshed and the wall. Once Trevor had been relocated to a warm run at the cattery, MasterB made tentative and chaperoned steps outside again. Frankly, it has taken a while for him to regain his confidence. The girls have helped. Both Scally and Wags have been about and the three cats have been playing after dark.
So last night, MasterB was enjoying his evening constitutional outside, I was comfortably warm indoors, when I heard a loud cat cry. I went to my boy’s rescue only to see him chasing a strange cat across the garden and out through the gate. I followed at a distance, and after a minute or two he came home, tail hoisted like a feather duster. Boy, was he pleased with himself. He came in for about five minutes, but he could hardly wait to get outside again to enjoy his dominance of the space. The testosterone, normally not a noticeable part of his make up, had risen. He had discovered his inner Conan the Barbarian, and he seemed more than happy about it.
Hard to imagine when you see him looking sweet and innocent like this.
Remember this post about the kitten my neighbour and I rescued just after Christmas?
Well, I went to look at the charity website, and what little familar face did I see as the featured cat needing a home than ‘our’ kitten. She looks as comfortable and confident as can be. What a sweetheart. Bless.
And look at at her name. I’m honoured!