Fathers and Daughters
“His manners and appearance did not calculate to please; His coat was torn and seedy, he was baggy at the knees;” Growltiger’s Last Stand - T. S. Eliot
Hamlet was the original Growltiger. Ginger coated with one good eye, a torn ear, limp and bad attitude he appeared on our territory when Bast was on heat. He sired four kittens and didn’t realise that his job was now done and that he should do the honourable thing and vacate the premesis. He stayed - pinching our? food and ingratiating himself with the ape people. The more he snarled and hissed at them, the more they tried to appeal to his better nature. Hah! Better nature indeed. He didn’t have one. We all kept our distance. He liked to think that he was top cat around here, but that was just us letting him think that.
Curiously, she is friendly to the ape-people who seem to appreciate cats with a bad attitude. I really must take note of this and try it sometime.
Well, bye for now.

Nefertiti
