A month or two ago we started being visited by what we thought was a stray cat friend of our own cat Dartha. He loved toy fighting with her but was a bit cautious us. He arrived at his usual spot at the back door looking for her a morning or two after she was buried and I felt my heart sink a little at how innocently my 8-year-old son started telling him that Dartha was dead now how he and wouldn’t be seeing her again. He’s stayed around as if waiting for her to come out and play but seems to call now to relax with the family and he’s quite fond of our son now.
Darth Martha or ‘Dartha’.
Not-Our-Cat got into the house a few time but was quickly shooed back out again as we didn’t want him marking his territory inside. For a while, he took to lying in a pallet wood planter I made and we’ve since found out he is from the area but the owner says he goes away for days at a time.
Any spot will do.