I met Toby kitty on the way home, and he was taking a long time following me. He was getting distracted easily, and kept wanting to plop down on the ground and roll in the grass.
I finally got him to follow me home, and at the door I put down my backpack and sat down so he could crawl on my lap. He did-- and then started growling. Behind me was another cat that looked almost exactly like him, but it was skinnier and a lighter shade of tan. I had seen it before, but it had run away before I got the chance to pet it.
Toby kept growling and growling. Do you have any idea exactly how scary it is to have a cat growling like it wants to kill someone?
It sounds literally just like a tiger. Kinda makes you want to run away.
But I held him close and said, "No, Toby, it's okay. I'm here. It's okay. It's just another cat," until the other cat ran into the bushes. Then, because Toby was still hyperventilating, I picked him up and carried him, still growling, into the backyard.
There, I called my dad and had him come watch Toby in the backyard. I gave him food and left him with my dad.
Then I went back and tried to persuade the other cat to coming out of the bushes, but it just sat there and gave me the evil eye.
Which is really scary when cats do it.
I must have looked like a crazy person, sitting there on the walkway, kneeling down with my head in the bushes.
I gave up and went back to Toby in the backyard.
He hadn't eaten his food, and he was still really jumpy. I managed to get him into my lap and eating for a couple of minutes before he got distracted and licked water off a leaf.
I left him there.
I wonder what's up with him and that cat.
Whatever it is, I wish it wasn't there, cause I like Toby the way he usually is.
