" My Home Is My Castle! "

Never underestimate the power of owning your own home.

As you know, Bob did spend a large part of Saturday building a home for our feral cat Tigger. A home that is dangling precariously over the window sill but a home that she has taken to heart and accepted. We are in the process of making it a bit more cozy for her and are on the hunt for a hot water bottle. Yes, we love our cats.

Tigger is slowing down a bit and of late has given way to a lingering neighbourhood tomcat, he the gray one who lies in wait for feeding times. Yes, as feral as he is, he can't wait for fast food a la Biggi. Milk seems to be his treat as I watched him the other day lapping most of it up before Tiggi even had a chance.

Last night an epiphany occurred...I was busy putting the food out when the gray sauntered nonchalantly up to the bowl but he was most surprised or rather scared stiff when docile Tiggi started hissing her might at him. She has rediscovered her fangs. Good for her.

It has got to be linked with her new abode, a sparkling new open air property near our lounge which has given her reason to be feisty again. The gray cat lies within watching distance of her little shelter and even I can see that he would love to be in it. Tiggi hardly ever leaves her cushy seat of power lest he dethrone her. Often I catch her straining her neck to see where he might be.

As it seems that the only time she vacates her new toy is during ablution times ( please let her go around the corner of our house for it ) and supper time, Bob and I will have to make it as comfortable as can be for her. She's earned a bit of a rest from all the long and lonely years of being a feral warrior.

Our happy camper!

Biggi