It’s some time since I posted a photo of Freya so here is one that was taken the other day. She is looking a bit grumpy. I don’t think she likes having her photo taken, perhaps because of the flash. You can see from the sparkle in her eyes that the flash was used. You can’t? Just click on the photo to see a bigger version.
We have recently been having some fun and games with Freya. This is because of visitors to our windows. You may recall me saying that scaffolding has been erected at the front and the back of the house. A local cat has taken to climbing on this and sitting on our window sill and staring into the rooms. This doesn’t please Freya. Not one bit.
The first we knew about it was one evening when a sudden racket disturbed the calm of the Tig(g)er household. Looking toward the source of the noise, the front window, all we could see was Freya’s tail, hanging below the curtain. I say it was Freya’s tail but it more resembled a fox’s brush, so puffed up was it. Opening the curtains, we saw a black cat sitting calmly looking in at us.
He has returned many times, mainly to the back window, where Freya awaits him, nervously patrolling up and down. When he appears, she begin to yowl and wail and her tail swells like a bottle brush. She retires from the window only to rush at it in a simulated attack, hoping the frighten the interloper away. For his part, he just sits there, obviously knowing he is safe before the glass.
The other night produced a different scenario. We spied Freya looking out of the bedroom window, in a state of tension and with her tail puffed up. This time she wasn’t emitting verbal threats, though. Peering into the darkness, we saw nothing on the window sill. Eventually Tigger spotted a figure poised on the garden wall: a dog-like shape with dun fur. A fox! We guessed that there must be urban foxes around here but this was our first sighting.
I am sure Freya has seen foxes before because they were plentiful in Hendon where we used to live. This time she seemed nonplussed: should she yell at it? Or remain quiet and watch what it did? In the end, the fox jumped down into the garden and loped off into the darkness.
I ran to fetch my camera but the single photo I managed to take before the fox disappeared is useless, dazzled by the flash on the window glass.