We have a situation at our latest housesit. An attention seeking local farm cat patrols the perimeter of our house for most of the day trying to find a way in. If she gets in, she hides in the most awkward place (under the cupboards) for days. Luckily it hasn’t happened during our stay. I hear her coming before i see her. Her husky, urgent, demanding call. Her flashing eyes coming out of the dark. I’m glad I hear her because I can run back inside (ridiculous behaviour I know). I felt sorry for her at first and my maternal instincts kicked in wanting to make sure she was ok so I let her approach me in the garden. She immediately jumped on me with huge muddy wet paws, digging her claws deep in my leg (unsociable affection) when I tried to get her off she swatted me and hissed. I was a little way from the house (and panicking) so had to walk back with her attacking my pink crocs every five seconds and getting in my way (literally blocking my path even footfall) I felt pestered, stalked and a bit trapped actually.

She lives in a barn down the road, but she doesn’t seem to want to be there. Maybe they don’t feed her enough. They wanted her to catch mice. She’s part feral so I suppose a barn life is as good as she’s going to get if her behaviour can’t be tamed. She’s afraid of the three cats who live at our housesit which is useful and also makes her desire to get in the house continuously even more confusing. From now on I’m taking a bodyguard cat into the garden with me 😊 It’s amazing that you can spend a lot of money to live in a beautiful house for a peaceful life and end up with a crazy cat stalking your every move. Luckily I’m not here in the summer. I can’t imagine what would happen if she found me sunbathing 😂🤪😂 Here we have Cookie, the official Guardian of the Cat flap. Even the boys wait until she gives them the go ahead before letting them through (it can take a looong time). Here’s hoping the other kitty doesn’t sneak in (the cat flap doesn’t always work properly aaarrgghhh)