We have two cats ̶ rescue cats. Our family found Bush Cat in the bush many years ago, starving to death. Bushy is neither equipped nor inclined to hunt his own meals.
Lately, he has indulged an inclination to take short walks in the yard, but he rarely stays outside long. If a mouse or a vole scurries past him, he observes it with great interest.
Several years ago, some animal abuser dropped off an orange tabby on our road (which is in the bush). It was a scary, ferocious creature which never approached us and fended for itself, winter and summer.
Then for a while we lost sight of this cat, which had gone truly feral. In the last year or two, another orange tabby has appeared. It is equally skittish. Olga thinks it is the same cat. I don’t.
Today, for the first time, this orange cat boldly paraded past our patio door. Occasionally, it stopped to peer inside the house. It may have been looking for our other rescue cat, Trouble, which is a small, very friendly gray and white ̶ and female. Trouble loves the outdoors, and often brings home fresh kills.
For the last few days, Trouble has been wary about stepping outside. She looks all around before she steps over the threshold. Now we know why.
This morning, Bush Cat went out for a short walk. Next, we saw him cowering against the patio door. Following his line of sight, I soon saw why.
The orange cat was stalking him, teeth bared, growling. I took a moment to snap a shot, then let Bush Cat in. (It’s the first shot we’ve had of any feral orange cat on our property, and I couldn’t miss the opportunity.)
Where Bush Cat had been crouching in fear was a puddle of urine.
You have to appreciate that Bushy is a huge male cat, neutered, and he is fond of bullying Trouble. Still, he’s a pussy cat, so to speak.
All day the orange cat has been prowling about, peering in the window. It’s hard to keep Trouble in the house at the best of times, and her demand for freedom will be met. She’s a female, and spayed, so we think she’ll be alright.
Meanwhile, Bushy is fixated on the patio door, waiting for the next glimpse of his nemesis. He won’t be asking to go out anytime soon.
[First published on Facebook on 19 May 2016]