darkemeralds | 11/20 Territory

This is what the porch is for.
Looking out from an old-fashioned front porch at a damp front yard towards the street in Northeast Portland. A big red bike and an empty flower pot are on the porch

Looking out from an old-fashioned front porch at a damp front yard towards the street in Northeast Portland. A big red bike and an empty flower pot are on the porch

A still, damp, cool early evening in September. An armchair, a book, neighbors walking their dogs or riding their bikes...

...and cats.

Graydie the gray cat who lives here confronts Ivy the black cat who wants to live here, on the front porch

Graydie the gray cat who lives here confronts Ivy the black cat who wants to live here, on the front porch

Graydie emerged from the house to find Ivy poaching on her territory. She wasn't happy.

Graydie the gray cat makes threatening go-away moves towards Ivy the black cat, who cowers politely

Graydie the gray cat makes threatening go-away moves towards Ivy the black cat, who cowers politely

Graydie: "Git, you!"

Ivy: "Okey dokey." *bides her time*

Ivy the black cat walks small across the front yard

Ivy: *pretends to walk small* "It's really just that the grass is wet."

Graydie the gray cat watches to make sure Ivy the black cat has slunk away

Graydie: "And stay away!"

Ivy: "What you don't know is that I've figured out the cat door that you're scared of."

Ivy the black cat hides under some shrubs while Graydie the gray cat keeps an eye on things

Ivy the black cat hides under some shrubs while Graydie the gray cat keeps an eye on things

Graydie: "That's right. Cower."

Ivy: *whistles* "Just getting out of the rain."

Ivy the black cat with glowy eyes bides her time under the shrubs

Ivy: "Any minute now she's gonna get bored, then FOOD FOR ME!"

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Hee! That was quite dramatic!

I installed the cat flap a couple of cats ago, but Graydie has never managed to crack the code of butting her head through it. A couple of evenings ago, I heard the peculiar sound it makes, and I laughed out loud. Ivy had made her way to Graydie's food dish in the kitchen. I LOL'ed.

No wonder Graydie's a bit jealous. Thing is, I can't tell whether I'm feeding Ivy on top of meals she's getting where she actually lives, or if she's a stray. On the one hand, she doesn't appear to be gaining excess weight, but on the other hand she's in pretty good shape for someone who's living rough. And she knows what a cat door is...

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