Rumble in Salem
Taz Furball, hardboiled private catective, the one honest cat left in a city of crooked felines, appears to have a bit of a problem with the ladies. Maybe he's been on the wrong end of a feline femme fatale one too many times.
For a while now, Taz and Dorothy (the lady cat next door) have been mooning over each other from windows on opposite sides of the driveway. Last week, our neighbours decided to let their cats outside for part of the day (since the baby was born, the cats have been limited to one floor and they were feeling guilty about them not having enough space). Since our garden is right next door and Nico (the boy cat) and Dorothy know us, they have taken to spending some of that time in our garden.
On Friday evening, Dorothy was hanging out in the garden and Taz was watching her intently. Then she came up to the deck next to the kitchen slider. Taz went up to the window. They looked at each other, their paws pressed up against the glass. Now we are not made of stone. Clearly this was a star-crossed love that we could no longer stand to see denied.
So, we opened the slider and asked Dorothy if she would like to come in. Tentatively, she did so. More experienced or less naive cat owners should take a moment to prepare their derisive laughter. Once Dorothy was inside the house, all hell broke loose. Two gentle cats, who appeared to be pining for each other's company were transformed into a whirling ball of fur, claws and feline screeching. We don't know for sure who started it, but I'm assuming it was Taz freaking out over another cat being in his territory. We managed to separate them and got Dorothy back outside.
Lesson learned. The house belongs to Taz and Taz alone.
For a while now, Taz and Dorothy (the lady cat next door) have been mooning over each other from windows on opposite sides of the driveway. Last week, our neighbours decided to let their cats outside for part of the day (since the baby was born, the cats have been limited to one floor and they were feeling guilty about them not having enough space). Since our garden is right next door and Nico (the boy cat) and Dorothy know us, they have taken to spending some of that time in our garden.
On Friday evening, Dorothy was hanging out in the garden and Taz was watching her intently. Then she came up to the deck next to the kitchen slider. Taz went up to the window. They looked at each other, their paws pressed up against the glass. Now we are not made of stone. Clearly this was a star-crossed love that we could no longer stand to see denied.
So, we opened the slider and asked Dorothy if she would like to come in. Tentatively, she did so. More experienced or less naive cat owners should take a moment to prepare their derisive laughter. Once Dorothy was inside the house, all hell broke loose. Two gentle cats, who appeared to be pining for each other's company were transformed into a whirling ball of fur, claws and feline screeching. We don't know for sure who started it, but I'm assuming it was Taz freaking out over another cat being in his territory. We managed to separate them and got Dorothy back outside.
Lesson learned. The house belongs to Taz and Taz alone.