I took both animals down the wood the other morning. At the far end of our territory, just before it fades off into impenetrable spruce Mirkwood belonging to someone else, Miss Kit froze, staring bug-eyed at a piece of ground indistinguishable, to mere humans, from any other. She approached it cautiously, sniffed it, uttering distressed little cries, pawed very tentatively at the grass, and then with great decision, leaped into my arms and refused absolutely to be put down. I had to carry her all the way back to the garden. Miss Best Friend, meanwhile, was wholly unperturbed. From which I deduce we have had a visit from either a Scottish Wildcat or a giant cat. Miss BF, who likes cats, would not bother herself at the scent of cat pee, while she would, I think, react to a fox or an otter. Miss Kit on the other hand would be more scared of a very large cat than of anything else. There is more in our woods than meets the eye, I think.

4 Responses to “Enemies”

  1. William Says:

    Poor beastie. Perhaps she needs the Powder of Sympathy?

  2. Jane Says:

    Could be, but being carried about seems to do the job.

  3. Jon Says:

    A big cat. Or a Big Cat? Have the rumoured Alien Big Cats (pumas and like) reached this far north now?

  4. Jane Says:

    See earlier blog entries Fairy Cats and Big Cats — leaving aside Scottish wildcats as such, there are formidable crossbreeds hereabouts the size of a cocker spaniel.

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