Well it was me who saw him first of course (Morgan was too wrapped up in the bird he was stalking). A white and black cat it was – not the same markings as me and not as beautiful. If I was Morgan I would have gone up hissing and spitting but I’ve got better manners so I went up and introduced myself timidly. I was a bit annoyed that this cat had entered our terrain but I don’t like confrontations or arguing so I was calm thinking I could reason with him to go away. This cat wasn’t having any of it and he started hissing and spitting at me – what a cheek it was my territory in the first place! He scared me a lot and we ended up fighting horribly. He hurt my chin which is still iced with a speck of dry blood where he stuck his claw in me. I think though, looking back, he was really more upset than me. It turns out he was lost. 3 weeks he had lost his home – 3 weeks without a proper meal! I would have starved to death after a day!
I saw him over a number of days hanging around but it all came to ahead a few days ago when our next-door-neighbours caught him in a cage. As the humans were talking I came over to the cat to empathise with his entrapment – and he had the audacity to hiss and spit at me again!! Well now he has all but disappeared… they say he was taken home which is both good for him and good for me – least things can now get back to normal (if there is such a thing in our house).
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