Cats bringing their cat friends home!

[wearymum73]

Both my cats have made friends with neighbouring cats, always playing in the garden together.
Previously I caught the elder cat letting her friend in the cat flap!( she came though the flap slowly, letting him come in at the same time!)
I'm not bothered time as 2 toms in the close where tormenting her and every single other cat and he was protecting her, plus she hated every other cat she saw. I have spoken with the neighbour and she is fine about it, quiet often he's lying on my bed when I get home!
Now my kitten has made a friend and the same is happening.
Is it normal for cats to do this?

I don't know if it's normal but my neutered tom has lots of friends. They like to roll around on the grass together and wash each other. It's very odd as my other cat is completely antisocial!

That's so sweet. Our cat had friends when he was a kitten but not now.

There was a mner who said she left her car windows open for her cats to nap in during the summer & she got in one day to find more cats in there than she owned.

Our first cat made friends with a neighbour's cat. They played and ate and slept at each other's houses. It was really lovely. They died within six months of each other.

My two young boycats (aged 4) made friends with a much older boycat (aged 14) 2 doors up.....he subsequently moved in with us as he spent more time here than at his home. Fortunately he did this with his owner's consent.

My two have to be friends through the window as they are house cats.

If we had a cat flap, we would have all the neighbourhood cats in for dinner on a nightly basis.
Once, I opened the window for two minutes, a ginger stranger I had never seen before hopped in, miowed at them both and proceeded to eat half of the food in each bowl before licking them each once and then coming to me for a fuss.

That's ginger boys for you: they often think that the world loves them/ought to love them - and they're usually proved right.

Some cats are more sociable than others.

Before we moved, our young boy-cat used to have his mates round. The suave Bengal boy, who he saw as a bit of a mentor. Then there was his tortoiseshell girlfriend. She would saunter in through the cat-flap, flirt with him for about 10 seconds, empty his food bowl, then have a snooze on our bed. He would run up to her, meowing his head off, then playfully wrestle her to the floor. After a while, she would just head straight for the food, ignoring him completely. This broke his little cat heart, and he spent 24 hours being angsty in a dark room listening to Joy Division