A couple of odd experiences with PussPuss over the past week.

He took a half hearted swipe at Pip. He’d been a bit bolder with her and Pip managed to hold a bit of chicken near his face. It’s not clear whether his move was a defensive (“no closer”), a nervous attempt to knock the meat out of her hand or a sort of “get a move on and go away, you silly old fool, so I can eat in peace”.

He was on the wood bunker outside my window last night. It had been an odd day where we’d had an oak tree lopped which did change his usual feeding area (but he was back waiting closer to there this evening) so maybe that affected him but he was still unusually close to the house. He went into very nervous mode though when I (who had not seen him until he moved after I opened the porch door) went outside and he did one sort of “run away” to be called back, kept away from me when I put the food out and did a round about “belly crawl” and “out of sight” route of getting to it after I returned to the house.

I don’t know… once in a while lately, I can feel he would like the house type environment but after a bit over 4 years of “knowing him” on and off and him being a wild adult at that point, it remains difficult to imagine he’d ever really start to trust or want to make friends.