There is this macho cat, quite a rascal, that came around to my home at about the same time when I was getting acquainted with my Girl.
He thick skin-thick skin invited himself to the food.
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| Don’t be fooled by that innocent look. |
He is not shy at all when helping himself to the food that I put out for my Girl and her companion (will talk about this other guy in another post).
He is not friendly. He won’t run away when he sees me, but will bolt when I try to get friendly.
Of late he has been approaching my Girl.
She is not interested and is in fact fearful of him. I caught him approaching her outside a few times and she retreats and hides behind the flower pot.
In fact he attacked her a few times. Two occasions when I was at home, I heard loud yowls and something being smashed against my grill door. I quickly ran out to find my Girl cowering and the aggressor attempting to approach. I shouted and chased after him. If I could beat him up, I would. Sorry.
In fact he attacked her a few times. Two occasions when I was at home, I heard loud yowls and something being smashed against my grill door. I quickly ran out to find my Girl cowering and the aggressor attempting to approach. I shouted and chased after him. If I could beat him up, I would. Sorry.
He must be very virile judging from his sizeable ding dongs hee..hee.. I don’t like this guy. So I shoo him off whenever he comes to my territory.
Go away boy! Don’t mess with my girl! Do I sound like an over protective mother of a teenage girl? hah…hah….
