Gatsby's porch...

Once again, our outside cat Gatsby has decided that he does not like that orange cat anywhere near 'his' porch.

Gatsby has begun howling at the orange/white stray cat every time he sees him. Can I really keep calling that orange cat a 'stray' now?  He's been hanging around our property for about ten months, off and on (mostly on).

But Gatsby has decided enough is enough. He howled and meowed and carried on so much a few nights ago that the orange cat ran off the porch and stayed away for two days and two nights. And me, who kept wishing that the orange cat would just go away.... I was worried that something had happened to him (as in a fateful meeting with a fox or a coyote).

Orange Kitty came back last night....... hungry and meowing... and my husband went on the porch to pet him just like he was doing every night last week. Well, after two days of being away from our porch, the orange cat lost his sense of good manners....... he took a swipe at my husband's hand and managed to leave a nice claw-mark.

"What's wrong with that damn cat?!" said my husband.

He wants a home, said I, but he doesn't know how to 'make nice' so he can get one.

Oh well, the orange cat is back.... Gatsby is howling at him, Mickey is spitting at him, and Sweet Pea is once again watching from the windows.  Why is it that all the male cats come to this house? Although, finding a female cat who could be pregnant with seven kittens would be no picnic either.