How do you handle conflict? Boldly and directly? Or, do you prefer a more subtle approach?
My immediate neighbours seem to know a lot about this. There’s a lot of howling and snarling going on after dark, but no one seems to have lost an ear.
Gingembre tells it like it is
First rule, man, dont get involved if you dont need to be. See me now? I half close my eyes, it means I aint gonna fight you. You did OK for a human, look away now and again. Like dude, just dont stare at people, puts them on edge.
Course, round here there’s always a bit of argy bargy going down. There’s territory….. you know? It’s like, I dont really own this patch, but I got my time. All of us big guys try to time it so’s we dont bump into each other. It’s respect…. like the song says R E S P E C T. The guys down by the bins know that. We’re all cool, usually.
Then again, at night you get blow ins, some guy wanders in tryin’ to throw his weight around. Weight? Hey look at me … look at me! I got weight man!
First thing is to bulk up, tail up and fluff out. I wont show you, ‘cos you’d be runnin’ away right now. But that’s the main thing, look big, be big. Then I’m gonna shout….. make ’em know who they’re dealing with. He’s gonna shout back, of course, but this is my patch. Plus, trust me, I got the weight round here. That does the trick after a while.
Then you gotta let him go. I think you guys call it ‘saving face’. He’s probably not going to leg it, he’ll just swagger away slowly. That’s cool by me. I aint lost no fur, so it doesnt matter what he tells his friends. I still got my turf.
Hell man, I also got my looks to consider. I’m proud of these ears, let me tell you. No one’s got time for some raggedy old tom cat. I gotta look my best. I got people! Cant come home with a shredded nose! I might get kept in again.
Gingembre is one of the locals here in La Curie. He’s a cool dude… like he says, he’s got People.
I spoke to one of my neighbours today. He talked, I listened, it’s the way he likes it.
“Details? Oh man, don’t ask details. We don’t do details. Where you been? Where you going? Details man, we don’t do details. What are you gonna understand anyway? Humans don’t get it. I can’t tell you too much, you know? No way can I spill the beans. it’s family business, you know what I’m telling you? Family. Gossip? I’ll tell you the gossip. Catch you up on the news maybe….
The Cold’s coming………. even you know that. All the dudes round here got their winter coats now. This spot…. this spot here is premium, know what I’m sayin’? Sunshine, it dont come down so far now. We gotta be on the wall. Sunshine don’t stay so much now.
So who’s around? That Russian Blue’s been here this week. What a babe! That one’s Owned for sure, wee bit snobby too. I dunno, being Owned might mean you eat better, but you gotta stay in at night. Where’s the fun in that man? Lemme see….. the kitten’s doing fine. She’s gonna make it through the Cold. Pretty bright too, real survivor. Blackie’s still cuttin’ it… doing well for an old forest cat. Rest of the family? Not too bad, not too bad. Life in the gardens is OK. The guys by the bins aren’t doing too bad either, so they say.
Me? Yeah, I’m good. Gotta bit of weight on, fluffed up the fur. I’m cruising man. Did I mention it’s almost 4pm? Yeah? It’s a sun thing. The sun goes about over there, then Cat Lady comes. I’m on lookout today. Dinner time soon.
No worries man… thanks for the bacon rind. You got any more, you come see me, alright?”
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My house in France overlooks a couple of ancient market gardens. They are home to a fine tribe of cats looked after by The Cat Lady, who works one of the gardens. Across the road is a more motley tribe, which includes a couple of seriously wild (domestic) cats from the nearby forest. There are also a few well bred visitors who drop by to see their friends and get a free snack.
The territories are divided by a small stream, with a convenient bridge. The Garden Tribe is presided over by a prosperous looking tabby. He guards the bridge and patrols the boundaries. Needless to say, the bridge provides hours of endless fun, as the younger cats become soldiers, play fighting to decide who can cross the bridge. The Motely Bunch from over the road do make the odd raid, to see if there’s anything left in the bowls.
The Cat Lady is the guardian angel who feeds both tribes, but has names for her own animals, the handsome cats in the Garden Tribe.
I will be publishing regular updates on these guys, as I collect a nice range of portraits.
It Must Be Nearly 4pm…..Waiting for the Cat Lady.
The King Tabby, Closing His Eyes To Show He’s Not Going to Fight Me.