This tomcat originally came into our garden with an injured leg. It was horribly twisted. We couldn’t catch or persuade him to get into the cat box to take him to the vet. Frances – being the complete softy – decided to start feeding him and put a plate of food out for him every day. Needless to say, he took to the garden. It’s been 2 or 3 months since he first came into the garden and now he has taken permanent residence. To the extent that he answers the name “Gimpy” – given by the softie of course – and even follows my wife or the maid around the garden and calls out for his food!
George – our other ball-less rescue, thinks that he still has his cajones intact and has completely terrorised and cowed Gimpy! He has him owned. Talk about role reversal here!
Anyway, G & G must get their differences under control as neither of them seem to want to go away any time soon.
… and therefore, the family grows, once again.
