There have been some strange goings-on here, as another cat arrived a few weeks ago. He was called Lucky, and he was bigger than me, although he was not even a year old. I got the feeling that he and I were expected to become friends, and we did start off well enough, but then he ran away.

When he was found and brought back again he started attacking me every time we got near each other. Sometimes he would run after me just he could start hitting me again. I let him know (many times) that this was not what I want, but he kept doing it. Anyway, he ran away again, came back again, and has now gone again. My master says that he has spent all his life outdoors, and doesn‘t seem to want to be inside, so I don‘t think they will bring him back here any more. Just as well, I think.

While all this was going on, a stray (one of many feline visitors to our back garden) started coming in and stealing from our feeding station. Well, we weren‘t having that, so Lucky and I pounced on him one day, out in the garden. We had quite a fight, and Lucky had tufts of this stray‘s fur sticking out of his own (and proudly walked around like that for a time), but this cheeky stray came back the next day. Lucky got it by himself this time (as I was upstairs) and they had another fight in a flower bed. This time there were tufts of fur left all over the patio, all from the stray.

Still it came back, the very next day, but we had a talk and now he knows the "ground rules" we‘ve started allowing him in; and he even spends most nights in here, on the lounge floor˜he knows we don‘t allow him anywhere else, although my master wouldn‘t mind, but then he‘s soft when it comes to us cats! Funny how things turn out though, isn‘t it?