The time has finally come. It’s finally happened.
I’ve seen the interloper, well, interloping.
It turns out, it would appear, that when Peppa and myself have heard the cat flap go, and have leapt up (or down, depending) to have a looksee the interloper is not actually coming all the way into the house.
What it’s doing is just poking its head through the flap, having a look around and the heading off. So the noise we hear is the retraction of the head, which – again – explains why there’s no evidence of a cat outside. Once the head’s out it just buggers off and it’s like it was never there.
It’s not the cat I thought it was. Or at least I don’t think it is. It looked to be a ginger and white cat. I didn’t really see too much of it because it saw me and shot out quicker than it would, perhaps, have normally done. Aside from seeing it in this way, I don’t think we’ll get much more of a look at it as Carole has absolutely forbid me from being “friendly” towards it, in case it moves in.
Even though, as far as we know, it’s definitely been letting itself in and tearing up bin bags and cat food containers to its heart’s content. But obviously without knowing that I would love and accept it. Which it can never find out, because of the rules Carole has given me.
I think I’ll stake out the flap again tomorrow evening. What I saw tonight only came about because I happened to be in the right place at the right time, just mooching about in the doorway to the kitchen, looking at my phone and not really moving. I think if I was in full flow padding back and forth it would be less inclined to come in thinking, correctly, that someone or something was in the house.
Obviously, I will just observe it, and dissuade it from seeking food and shelter here.
I will not try and encourage it to return, adopt it and keep it as our own.
Tomorrow’s tentative blog title: Now We Have Two Cats…