Glad to Be Back

We’re both home. MasterB’s unpacking took less time than mine, but we both have gained weight in a days away. MasterB is chunky again, and I am avoiding certain clothes.
We were reunited this morning. MasterB went into operatic mode in the car, and then ‘talked’ until he fell asleep.

Home Again

Home Again

He kept an eye on me, and it was hard to leave him and go to work.
In our absence, a mother cat has taken up residence in the garden. I saw her last night, and had to feed her this morning before I could go to the cattery as she was under my car.
She reminded me of Izzy. A neighbour showed me where she has her kittens hidden. They are quite big. This is a worry as they haven’t been socialised, and may not be homeable.
Later, another neighbour told me a cat had had kittens where we found Izzy, but had disappeared after a group of people had been hanging about, possibly trying to take the kittens. We are sure it is the same family.
Is the mother Izzy’s sibling? She looks less than a year. She’s a friendly little soul, and we should be able to get her neutered and a new home. The trouble is, this is the season when people discard their pets. The shelters are full. Her future could be precarious.
She is also quite feisty. About half the size of MasterB she went up to him, hissed and made a swipe at his nose. He moved away. For the next forty minutes they kept their distance but were obviously very aware of each other. He is outside now, maybe they are pursuing their acquaintance. I haven’t heard any yowls. So fingers crossed that they at least manage to tolerate each other even if friendship isn’t on the cards.