Thug cat part 5 - For he will not do destruction, if he is well-fed, neither will he spit without provocation.

[Grumpyoldpersonwithcats]

Christopher Smart had clearly never met TC.
Due to popular demand (and a fear of lynching by the denizens of Mumsnet if I failed to comply) please find enclosed the 5th (🙀) thread about my NDN's cat.
For any new arrivals to this thread, TC is a stripy thug who spends most of his waking hours trying to break into our house. He doesn't get on with our cats (with the possible exception of Sybil, but only if she's in the mood). He currently is at war with Lenny.
He occasionally behaves like a perfect gentleman, his more normal MO however is to be a hissing spitting ball of teeth and claws.
For any one daft enough, here are the last 4000 posts about him
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thread2
thread3
thread4
For anyone far too sensible to trawl through the above threads, here are a few of his photographic highlights. And yes, the last one is him on my kitchen table...

He's still there, waiting for Sybil to come back for more?

I am baffled.

By whom are you baffled? Sybil sniffing TC, TC barely reacting, or Mrs G failing to take a photo 🤣.

Sybil.

And TC not reacting, when I think about it.

Ooh, perhaps this thread really will have the romantic denouement we've all been longing for!

And TC not reacting, when I think about it.

Playing hard to get

Can you build a balcony and start a turf war with NDN over your rival trading empires Grumpy?

You might give the little lad a hand, for once.

It would be like Game of Thrones, only with cats.

So TC lying next to Grumpy in the sun in our garden.

Aw , diddums !

TC looks so peaceful and happy for the moment ....

Everytime I stroked his tum the claws appeared.

It was a fun game though 🤣.

I can hear the snores through the screen 😂

I wonder what the cat/claw version of Russian Roulette is actually called. Well played Grumpy, you live to fight another day!

Well played Grumpy, you live to fight another day!
The beers consumed probably helped my bravery foolishmess 🍺

I've been looking after TC this weekend. Needless to say because I've been feeding him he is charm personified in his own house, purring, headbutting the works.
Mercenary, cupboard loving little shit 🤣
This morning was a typical feeding session.
Put a pouch in his bowl - he inhales it, umps down and asks for another I give him another he inhales this one and asks for a third. I then evict him , and go back to my house. He turns up on my doorstep a few minutes later.
He eats on his his tall (5ft plus) cat tower. A few action shots of him this morning for your delight and delectation.

Just to clarify - the third photo was because I wasn't getting his second bowl of food to him quickly enough. In the fourth photo he was thinking "Yes. And where is my third pouch?"

Excellent photos, Grumpy. The one on the left in particular shows TC with his best faux innocent 'Grumpy's house? No, I'd never try to break in there and I have never tried to bite or scratch him either' face!

I read the expression in the first photo more as "Poor, starving kitty and you make me exert what tiny bit of energy I have left to climb this massive mountain. And then I only get a few scaps, not enough to hold body and soul together. Woe is me!".

He's definitely got thinner.

Poor, starving, TC. Like a feline Oliver Twist.

Actially his Dickensian role model is Bullseye...

The change in expression from
’pleading starved stray’ to ‘no pouch, no lower limbs left’ across the panorama of pix is educational.

Look at those claws.

@TCsDad is back so I'm off feeding duties now and still have all my limbs.

Typical progression of events outside our front door this morning.