I am a dog person.
That doesn’t mean I dislike cats, just that I prefer dogs.
We had a cat as well as a dog when I was a kid, and a lot of my friends had cats.
Actually come to think of it, the majority of my friends had cats rather than dogs, and I never minded if they got on my lap for fuss or a nap, provided they didn’t dig their claws in.
There are several cats in close proximity to the marina, and thus far, I have been unable to ascertain if they are feral or domestic pets.
The black one has a habit of hiding in the reeds on the river bank waiting to pounce on rabbits, ducks or pigeons (it’s too high up to be looking for fish).
Last year we reported a dead female duck in the water, and last week saw an injured pigeon flapping on the bank. I hope it was able to eventually fly away to safety and recover rather than become pussy’s dinner.
I haven’t seen the tiger tailed tabby for a while, though there are two in the ‘alien’ property on the Avenue so maybe they’re cousins. Either that or he’s got a girlfriend.
Maggie was glared at as she passed by and as she rounded the corner got hissed at and threatened. I thought the cat had just hopped over the fence, but then saw the Feline Pair consulting each other with their ‘fear tactics’ on the front drive. I swear they were laughing at her discomfort!
Sadly Maggie’s encounters weren’t over and back on the marina, she was stalked by a ginger tom. A big, aggressive, nasty ginger tom.
This cat not only hissed at her and arched its back, but it stalked her from the gate, down the drive, along in front of the shower block and almost to the top of the dog walk.
She was doing absolutely nothing to antagonise it, but it looked ready to attack at the slightest opportunity, so I had to make sure I was between it and her all the time.
I wouldn’t deliberately hurt any animal, but make no mistake.
NOBODY and NOTHING has a go at my girl without consequences.