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.)
Brad says
Beth’s right. It must be Spring. The time of the year when boy cats’ thoughts turn to fancy. (Did I say that expression correctly? It doesn’t look right. Well, dang, now my joke isn’t funny anymore.)
Lauren says
You are correct, and still funny!
Beth says
I couldn’t get a caption to come up on your picture today…but I’m imagining it says, “Come hither, my pretty!”
Kristi says
OR “Come and lie with me, love.”
Lauren says
Yeah, I don’t know what happened. It’s supposed to say, “She is so beautiful. She will be mine!” (Imagine a kind of Pepe le’Pew/vampire voice.)
Peggy says
At least you have the same speices comin’ a courtin’.
There’s a sly fox in my neighborhood who’s smitten with my dog … they’v been caught frolicking in the field behind my house … but you know mixed relationships hardly ever work out!