Saturday, 6 December 2014
Knowing your place
For some reason, although I have his photo in my gallery, I cannot access it for the blog.
Yesterday was very cold and I had intended to give him his usual large handful of cat biscuits/kibbles or whatever they're called, but he decided to sit a few feet away from me and stare at me.
Slightly concerned since he is usually hungry I soon realised that he was not looking at me but at Hercules the other ginger cat belonging to a near neighbour.
Hercules was placidly washing his round furry face with a languid paw but with a glint in his mean green eyes which boded ill.
He is top-cat around this area and most of the other moggies treat him with respect. Not so my ginger lad.
For some reason he had decided to brave it out and only a certain rigidity in his long spine gave a hint that he was not too comfortable.
Neither cat paid me any attention so I grabbed the box of biscuits and put a small handful in front of each of them, standing between them to attempt to ward off attacks.
Hercules sniffed, ate one or two of 'his' pile and strolled off round the corner without a glance at my friend.
Delighted, I added more biscuits to his pile and said encouragingly "come on he's gone you're safe"
As he didn't move I touched the top of his head tentatively and said "eat your bickies".
He stood up.legs stiff and gave me 'the look'. You know the one, it says "will you never learn your place woman, this is man's business", He then walked off in the same direction as Hercules.
How can a cat make me feel small?
Posted by Ray Barnes at 10:06:00 am