Humphrey’s update

Well I realise now why Humphrey has been so anxious and twitchy lately.

We’ve discovered a new cat on the block has arrived.  A big, fierce tabby.

The other night my sister went to see if Humphrey wanted to come in before she locked up for the night.  She heard some growling and there was Humphrey sitting on the wheelie bin near the kitchen door.  He wasn’t growling.

As she turned her head she saw where the growling came from.  THE TABBY.  I’ve capitalised it because the way she told the story the moment deserves capitals!

Then it turned nasty.  NASTY.  Because the new cat came towards her and wouldn’t go away.  So we have Humphrey cowering on the wheelie bin and my sister menaced by the beast.

Sounds funny but she was quite scared and she’s not a woman who scares easily.  In the end she had to use the yard brush to scoot him away so that she and Humphrey could beat a retreat into the house.

We haven’t seen him since but it would account for why Humps is so nervy if the cat is roaming the garden.  It reminds me of when I lived in Sandiacre in the 1980s.  The lady in the bungalow next to my house was lovely; helpful, funny and kind.

Her cat was a different matter.  She called him the bad un.  Not a tabby but a very fierce ginger tom.  And large.  Several times I had to shoo him off my back door step with a brush.