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.
One big difference is when playing stick, Neil loses interest after the first throw, whereas Nicks is always keen to “go again”.
She does lie down for a few breaks now though, since it’s getting hot.
And gets distracted with her own private digging projects.
Our favourite sittin’ chair, out by Ol’45.
She’s very hard to get to sit still for a photo.
She’s so well trained!
“Roll your tongue!”
Boom, there you go.
Best Day Yet with her, she’s been totally un-shackled from daybreak, and she’s been PERFECT.
Obviously obsessed with tennis-ball fetch, but so long as I’m nearby, she just scampers around OUR backyard, totally ignoring any other dogs barking, or people walking past. Even when she runs out back with her bone, it’s only to sit in a few nests she’s made, inside our fence.
Amazingly well behaved!
She seems fascinated by my right ear.