Washburn was having a face-off with the most enormous cat I've ever seen.
DH was already in the garden, and had accidentally interrupted the stand-off, which had started on the shed roof. I left the house and walked round to the park, following the sound. And then I found them,
Two cats, sitting, facing each other, gato a gato.
|Wash v Enormous B&W cat|
The creeping movement continued. After some time, he had his back to Wash. Then he started to walk away. Not running, he walked in very, very, slow motion.
He climbed up on to a hump of earth, and sat, facing Wash.
Wash started to move. He turned around, and had the same, slow motion walking, as he moved away. He stopped and marked the territory, then continued, and then climbed on a pile of sandbags. He was higher than the other cat.
I suspect it was a respectful draw, with Wash having a slight edge as he hgad been the last cat standing.
Both cats turned and looked at me.
I crept away.
Much later, I went to check for dead bodies. There were none.
Wash was asleep on the chair in the summerhouse. He purred when I stroked him. I realised that, in his mind, he is the Giant.