My Amber (he’s a boy cat despite the name as his full name is Dorevalley Amberknight) is a bit of a lap cat. He’s a big softy who likes to sleep a lot and who loves to cuddle up to me in bed. He often avoids a fight and gets very stressed when other cats invade his territory. He’s usually the one that backs down though. The other week I saw him and my mum’s cat having a bit of a standoff and Amber was backing off and being submissive, despite mum’s cat being a bit of a scaredy cat and not aggressive either. There is a nasty bully cat on our road. For a long time he was unneutered, but I think he’s had the chop now and things have improved, although he is still a bully. Whitey as we call him (apparently Tiddles to his owners – now there’s a misnamed cat!) likes to think of our garden as his patch and used to come in to terrorise our cats; eat their food and once have a fight in H’s bedroom while he slept. He can’t get in now thanks to our Sureflap, but he likes to terrorise them in the garden.
The other day during half term H and I went to the park for about an hour in total and didn’t realise there was anything amiss when we returned. About half an hour later though I went up stairs and was horrified at the state of Amber when I found him in the cats’ cradle.
Amber looked very sorry for himself and he was very dirty. I shouted down to H to bring up the cat wipes that Direct Line had very kindly provided the other week as part of their #directfix campaign. He had mud and dirt everywhere: his paws, his eyes, his fur. He’d lost his collar. I cleaned him up as best I could, which wasn’t entirely popular. At least though I’d got the worst off and cleaned up his face. After that he seemed a bit subdued for a few days and he slept even more than usual, I guess at 12 years old it takes him a little while to recover.
Later I went into the garden to do a little detective work. At the bottom of the veg patch there were signs of disturbed earth; the missing collar; and a quite considerable quantity of white fur, but none that looked like Amber’s. I can’t help wondering if Amber was in a fight with Whitey, the bully cat. Whitey doesn’t seem to have suffered any long terms ill effects from his encounter, if it was him, as I saw him last night and he seemed his usual self.