
His new pal the Tabby, we've discovered, is "entire". So it is amazing they get on really, but Austin is older and has the more impressive set of whiskers! Between them, they have devised a cunning plan so that the tabby (who we’ve called Tigger) can get into the house. Having tried every other way to gain entrance (including all the windows) they were finally successful (momentarily)!
It goes like this. Austin meows plaintively and scratches on the door. I glance out the window and see him sitting looking innocent and solitary on the path. I open the door. Austin stays absolutely still and just smiles sweetly, Tigger shoots out from behind the hebe and is in with his paws under the table before I can complete my gasp of shock/horror. Austin strolls in looking smug. Both miscreants are then unceremoniously dispatched from whence they came, only to try again at another door.
It goes like this. Austin meows plaintively and scratches on the door. I glance out the window and see him sitting looking innocent and solitary on the path. I open the door. Austin stays absolutely still and just smiles sweetly, Tigger shoots out from behind the hebe and is in with his paws under the table before I can complete my gasp of shock/horror. Austin strolls in looking smug. Both miscreants are then unceremoniously dispatched from whence they came, only to try again at another door.