I hadn't seen him for such a long time, all summer really. One has to worry when one doesn't see a cat around, especially one of the regulars. Whitey was one of the first cats I ever saw in the garden.
Well thankfully I have seen him recently, mostly on the shed in the garden behind ours, his perch of choice. At the weekend, he wandered back into our garden, and had a good little roll around in the sunny soil. All well and good.
However, he must have been having a nosey round (as cats do - curiousity and all that) and in come the Gingers.
I heard that unmistakable caterwaul, emanating from behind the shed, and realised that yes, there was a cat confrontation.
In the end, the day being so nice and sunny, the Gingers decided on a nice sleep, hence cutting off Whitey's escape.
I waited to see how things would pan out, but as usual in the cat world, things move ver-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-y slo-o-o-o-o-o-wly. Whitey even managed a little nap, sitting up. Whilst the boys, well they were just enjoying the sunshine.
Should I ...
And there he goes. That can't be easy for a cat, I mean it is a six foot fence! I was very impressed. Check that tail, eh?
Big Ginger finally clocked that the prey had fled.
Who had the last laugh?