Neil has finally accepted this new lanky, muscular cat which has moved in may have some advantages.
He’s now spending more days down the back with us playing stick, and not being scared of those barking dogs. Or cats. These days, no strange cats seem to visit and hiss at Neil…
Here he did realise he was possibly going too far, venturing out into no-mans-land during daylight, while Nicks and I stopped at my back fence.
Does everything get rusty-coloured as it ages?
Maybe the vital greens and reds are left for the young?
“You can take your mightily impressive whooshy tail and…”
Neil has pretty much retaken the sunny balcony.
He occasionally allows a dog to visit, lie down even for about three minutes, until he gives her this look.
I think he plans to spread his territory inside onto the mezzanine bedroom, so he rules over everything not on ground level.
Finally got the team together for a photo.
In Neils defense, he was just basking in the sun on HIS balcony before Nicks barged out, surprising him.
He now does usually let her walk past without snarling.
The roof looks all pliable and warm, like a woolen blanket.
Is what I tell myself.