Tic Tac, the cat who used to hang around and eat all the food I left out, has been gone for sometime, and now I know why. We have a boy kitty hanging around.  He met Cricket the other day and thought she was beautiful. He followed her around the yard, and when ever she’d move he’d make his love sound and sneak closer. She reacted quite well – no actual fighting. In fact, no reaction at all. Pfennig, however, hid by the door and did her little Marge Simpson growl. (It’s pretty pathetic.)