Referred to above and before is a siamese whose preferred perch is the middle of the road. This individual lives at the far end of the gulag but, inevitably, found my garden about a month ago. It has a very enquiring mind and was delighted by the ground feeding cage which it took to its own for about half an hour.
Later that same day the black animal from The House Of Cats across the road (4 at the mo) sauntered along and must have smelled the siamese (curry possibly) since when it has returned on an even more regular basis than previously and sits/basks in front of the cage with a proprietorial air. As custom demands I totter forth, shake the scary stick at it, and it departs leisurely. It's like a stately minuet really
; all the participants know their moves.
This morning the ritual was repeated (it lies in the sun and watches the kitchen window. The cheek of it). I went out, shook stick, and nothing happened. It looked at me, I looked at it and then looked around. On the patio was another
black cat (this one with white paws) so the three of us looked at each other.
I exploded into action (I did, I did) and one went that >>>> way and the other went that <<<<< way.
I have never seen the white-pawed one before but have a feeling I'll see it again.
I think I'll complain to The Committee
I think I'm doing my bit