Maisy has an assertiveness problem. She’s not been defending her turf with quite as much success as we were hoping that she would. Instead of claiming this garden as her own, it feels like every time she goes out to use the facilities, she’s paying the neighbour’s cat 20p for the privilege.
The other night, I was sat on the sofa with Maisy on my lap. In the conservatory, I heard the sound of some foreign animal attempting to enter through the cat flap. Maisy launched herself off of my lap and ran to the top of the stairs, where she nervously sat down. This location was clearly chosen because it is as far away from the conservatory door as possible, while still maintaining line-of-sight.
A few weeks ago, she left a dead mouse on the patio. At the time we assumed that she had killed it and brought it back as a gift, but I’m wondering now if our initial assessment was incorrect. It seems likely that the mouse was actually chasing Maisy back into the house, and then slipped on the edge of a paving slap and broke its neck.
Maisy’s problem, if you wish to call it a problem, is that she likes to sleep. Any time not spent curled up on the Poang, or under Bernard’s bed, or on a chair in the conservatory, is time wasted. She has no work ethic whatsoever.
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We have similar issues. Treacle will sit on the sofa, watch Winston (the neighbourhood feline bully) walk in through the cat flap, directly past her nose, scoff all her food, piss up the wall (this bit really irks me) and then back out.
Monty, however, has had enough. He has put on weight and looks like he has been to the cat gym. I saw him recently clobber Winston on the nose. Winston doesn’t seem to bother us any more.
Treacle has taken a dislike to Oscar, another neighbour’s cat and a mini version of Monty. Even though Oscar is bigger than she is, she fluffs herself up and takes him on. Poor thing – he’s only young and a bit timid.
Hmm. Cat blog.