Early hours
Apr. 28th, 2009 10:59 am3 a.m.: DS and I are woken by two tomcats having a wailing contest by the front gate. The cat flap bangs, hard, a sign of hasty ingress or egress, and DS insists that I go down and check on Max. He's out, but when I flip the porch light on and go out I find him sitting on the edge of the stoop, legs tucked under chicken-cat style, watchful. Two shapes on the lawn; one, a dark fellow I don't recognise, shoots off towards the back of the house, while the other, a rangy, scarred black-and-white tom we've seen around recently, saunters along the drive and out the gate. I figure the queen across the way must have come into season, and there will be black-and-white kittens soon. Nothing more to see, so I go back in, Max dog-like at my heels, and give him a spoonful of cat biscuits before I go back up to bed.