Platypus Man posted: " Milky Bar* and Malteser*, two cats who live locally and claim ownership of our garden, have competition. There's a new kid on the the block. Caramel has arrived on the scene, oozing cheeky charm and kittenish cuteness. He first appeared just before Chris" Now I'm 64
Milky Bar* and Malteser*, two cats who live locally and claim ownership of our garden, have competition. There's a new kid on the the block. Caramel has arrived on the scene, oozing cheeky charm and kittenish cuteness. He first appeared just before Christmas, watchful, tentative, a stranger in a strange land, hoping for the best but plainly fearing the worst.
Since the start of the New Year he's been coming more often, and is gaining in confidence. Our garden is a bit chaotic (I lack both talent and enthusiasm in the gardening department!) so there's plenty for him to investigate, plenty of adventures to be had. Transfixed, we've watched the intrepid explorer through the window, anxious to do nothing that might alarm him.
Everything's a game to Caramel. He'll be strolling nonchalantly through the garden and then suddenly go crazy, stalking inanimate objects, pouncing on windblown leaves and swatting invisible insects. One time, for no obvious reason, he attacked the withered stem of a pondside plant. After grappling with it for a while he succeeded in breaking the stem free. Then he daintily picked it up between his teeth and proudly walked off in the direction of his own house, clearly keen to present this hard-won trophy to his bemused owners.
We probably shouldn't do it, but we're in the habit of treating Milky Bar and Malteser to snacks when they visit. Milky Bar is quite a fussy eater these days, but will happily down a couple of mouthfuls of freshly cooked chicken. Malteser, on the other hand, has no such reservations, and is hopelessly in love with Pawsome Pockets, "chicken, turkey and duck crunchy pillow treats with a soft centre."
Caramel is also developing a taste for Pawsome Pockets. The first time I opened the door to throw some out to him his instinct was to run. Good! Some people do unspeakably cruel things to cats, and it's important that he works out who he can trust. But he soon decided that I'm one of the good guys, and was keen to investigate the little treats I tossed in his direction. Sniff, sniff, sniff! Crunch! Crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch! And then stared at me with his mad kitten eyes and gave me THAT LOOK, the look that says "Keep 'em coming, I'm a growing kitten don't you know!" So I kept on tossing them out, and Caramel carried on wolfing them down.
Last week there was a major breakthrough in our relationship. With a bit of encouragement Caramel plucked up the courage to approach me and stand at my feet. I knelt down and offered to hand-feed him his daily dose of Pawsome Pockets. He snatched them from me and gulped them down, hardly bothering to chew at all. And then he approached even closer, clearly inviting me to stroke his back and fondle his ears. I did my duty, and the little ginger guy looked suitably pleased with himself, almost as pleased as me!
Milky Bar is doing his best to ignore the irritating teenager
Already I can see Caramel is growing up. Soon he'll be putting his kittenish ways behind him, but his prospects for the future look good. Milky Bar* and Malteser* will look after him - we think they all live in the same household. He appears at ease in their company, and they tolerate him in the way that adult humans put up with irritating but basically likeable teenagers. And when he needs to fill his belly with Pawsome Pockets or have his ears fondled, he knows just where to come!
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*The Milky Bar and Malteser story
Milky Bar and Malteser have featured many times in this blog. You can read about Milky Bar here, here and here. Malteser's story is told here, here and here. Just click on the links to find out more about this fantastic feline pair.
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