VP 8 August 2008
I had a close encounter tonight with the Visiting Pussycat. I was sat by candlelight (lights all gone in that area) in front of the tv in the shell of what was once my kitchen and I heard the sound of the cat eating from the bowl to my side. But when I turned to look it was not the G but the black and white scrap I suspected was visiting and whom I had met once out front on the street. He looked a lot better tonight…and why wouldn’t he? he’s getting the best of food every night Chez Pauline. This evening he got some pouch food but even if he’s eating the dried stuff left out for the G that’s very good for him too as it’s special diet stuff to promote urinary and bladder health. Anyhow, he saw I was watching him and continued to eat – it was really cute: he lifted food out of the bowl and dropped it on the floor closer to him from whence/where he ate it, all the while watching me closely in case I made a move. I continued to chat to him and when I thought he’d had a good meal I made a move toward him and he scarpered. Top marks to that tom cat for not spraying while he was in and, fingers crossed, he hasn’t bothered to for a while now…perhaps he feels the place is his anyhow so there’s no need to smelly it up – hope so.
