My cat, Rory, is 20 years old - a true geriatric of the kitty world.
He's a bit doddery, very stiff and very weak round his back end and falls over a fair bit.
When the sun is shining, he likes nothing better than to sit in the garden watching the birds, reminiscing about the good old days when he had the energy to chase them.
But lately, every time he goes out, next door's cat comes and duffs him up. It's a huge monster of a thing, built like a brick tuliphouse. Even I'm scared of it.
Cat now so nervous he won't go outside at all unless one of us is outside with him.
What to do? I've tried hissing at it, shouting at it, squirting water pistol at it. Not often I really dislike a cat, but beating up old folk is a no-no in anyone's book.
When he does finally pop his furry clogs, I'm going to borrow a big dog. That'll sort fatboy out.
He's a bit doddery, very stiff and very weak round his back end and falls over a fair bit.
When the sun is shining, he likes nothing better than to sit in the garden watching the birds, reminiscing about the good old days when he had the energy to chase them.
But lately, every time he goes out, next door's cat comes and duffs him up. It's a huge monster of a thing, built like a brick tuliphouse. Even I'm scared of it.
Cat now so nervous he won't go outside at all unless one of us is outside with him.
What to do? I've tried hissing at it, shouting at it, squirting water pistol at it. Not often I really dislike a cat, but beating up old folk is a no-no in anyone's book.
When he does finally pop his furry clogs, I'm going to borrow a big dog. That'll sort fatboy out.
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