Jul 7th, 2016
Schrodi (as I think I have said before) is a pretty standard fuzzball sort of cat, and the only way in which he is really naughty, is in his predilection for bringing in small prey items. This week he has had a selection of mice, shrews, birds and (his favourite) short tailed voles, and he always leaves them in a prominent place in either the hall or the bedroom, as though to say how clever he has been. He doesn’t eat them of course because he is way too full of ham, salmon and other delicacies.
Tora on the other hand is a bit odd. We have an enormous garden which backs right on to wild woods and the slopes of Beinn Donich, plus we are a long way out from the village itself, but he is not satisfied with this. Instead, every couple of days he takes himself off to the village, with the sole intention of finding other cats to fight. This evening we had to go out and get him (taking the landrover to pick him up no less) because he had been out for hours. We found him in the garden of a house on the outskirts of the village, squaring up to two new cats which have just moved in there. This is at the age of 14 – and we have just had to buy him a batch of new tracking collars because they keep coming loose when he is fighting.
He is now sitting on my knee as though butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth, but run your hand over his fur and he is a mass of scrapes and scabs.
The picture is of him last year when for reasons unknown he decided to take a dislike to the smell of the falafels I had prepared for lunch…