Boomerang has taken over our porch, driveway and tiny garden. I lock him in a cage at night to keep him safe from visiting cats (he's already been beaten up twice by FEMALE cats since he moved in). When visiting cats come during the daytime, he can always be found hiding behind our bicycles. He isn't much of a fighter, this Boomer.
Whisky goes out every morning to get some sun and fresh air and Boomer is always trying to get her attention. He's learnt that she means no harm and no longer hisses at her. He still swats her but I'm always there to make sure he keeps his claws to himself (which he does).
|Boomer : HEY hey hey hey hey hey!|
|Boomer having fun stalking Whisky who's oblivious to what he's up to|
|HEY! Look at me will ya?!|
|Sniff....sniff...ooooohhh....I think I smell biscuits!|
Boomer : you stay away from MY biscuits!
Whisky : EEKKK!
|Sweet Admiral, I asked the Human to give me a bath before taking this photo. I wanted to look my best for you. *blush* Do you like it?|