Saturday, 9 October 2010
I have tried not to get attached to these feral kittens, but of course, once they have been allotted names, and shown their character, and finally allowed you to stroke them, it becomes rather obvious that they are becoming part of the family. They are all boys, even Busy Lizzie aka Jarvis, who finally rolled over enough to reveal the necessary "bits". The two piebalds - Jarvis, the chunkier one, and my favourite, Tippy, who is like a black and white Siamese - are happy to be stroked and fussed, but the smallest and most timid ginger and white boy, Alfie, is still reluctant to be touched. I think this is probably because he got his leg caught in the clematis vine and I had to touch him to rescue him, and every time I try to stroke him now, he expects something nasty to happen. He has to be encouraged to eat more, so I find it hard to use food as the bait to make him accept being touched. I have to wait until he is eating, and craftily stroke his brothers to manage the softest of touches on his back. Then he will leap away and regard me with scared eyes. Poor little chap.
Anyway, they have had the wind up their tails this morning and have been fighting outside like little demons!
Jarvis and Alfie.
The start of another fight.
Tippy about to pounce.