Kin

Moby seemed to want to be up on my lap, so I lifted him up. He settled down after a full cat massage, and stayed. And stayed. Eventually, I needed to get up, but I sat him back in the chair. He stayed. Eventually, Eleanor snuggled in beside him.

Earlier, I heard cat dispute, hissing and growling, but from outside. Eleanor plastered to the north window by the sideboard. Spotted the stray black cat by the bin. I went out with the food Eleanor had turned her nose up at (the normal food, sometimes she just wants junk food, and I don't give her any.). Our little black feral with the notched ear* Mr. B. J. Kenny, ran past, returning as I put down food. I looked back where he'd come from, and saw nothing. Then looked up. And a striped kitten, perhaps 6 month size, with a collar, was up by the sideboard windows. Jumped down, and trotted toward me. Not wanting another altercation, I shooed Tiger-stripe off, which took some doing. Mr. Kenny wary, but kept eating between checking out the potential dangers of an interloper.

When I came back inside, Eleanor was watching out the front, where Tiger-stripe ran.

I wonder if Moby and Eleanor were fine to snuggle because they felt the threat, and know they are Kin. Safe enough.


*TNR, trap, neuter, release for community cats, their ears are notched to identify them. Mr. Kenny is also not little anymore. He's obviously has a route of people who feed and shelter him in this block. He's also still pretty feral, although I can pet him if I have food in front of him, just a little stroke down his back, if I'm careful.

I started calling him Mr. Kenny, and my next door neighbor also fed him, and named him BJ. After a cat from her childhood called Blackie, and so this one is Blackie Jr. Jointly, Mr. BJ Kenny. Yes, I do always call him Mr. Kenny.