I've been obsessed of late about my territory. I have not had time to blog.
Five days ago, at 10:32 am EST human time, there was a large, stripey, male orange cat in the north-northwest quadrant of my yard. He wasn't just in my yard, he was swaggering in my yard.
This is not one of my near neighbor cats. Brewster, Ubu, and I have worked out territory sharing agreements. This cat is a stranger. He lives across the street, quatre-corner (that's kitty-corner to you).
He was walking in my grass and rubbing against my trees, scenting them. Normally, I am not too territorial, but, from what the Hairy Woodpeckers and the Blue Jays are telling me, it's pairing up time and territory delineation is right around the corner. This Orange guy was in my yard, and I'm just not feeling like myself. I'm feeling downright feral.
He was touching grass that my female cat pal Alex might touch. He has not asked permission. If Alex's person catches him, we'll have all-out war on our paws.
On top of it, Oom thinks he is a "good looking guy." Harumpfffmmmmrrrr. I've had to spend an extensive amount of time on window sills watching for him. When I go out, I must re-scent everything he has touched.
I've written much here about the cat community and our non-competition claws, but this guy is just breaking so many agreements. I guess spring is coming...
Sorry, gotta go check the windows now.
