Its cat time again.
Luke has lost it basically. Since his adventure a few days back he has barely been out of the van, prefering instead to watch the world go by from the comfort of the bed. We have been trying to piece together his strange behaviour since those missing hours and have come to the following conclusions.
I must thank the numerous cat lovers who have spent hours of their life uploading their knowledge of all things feline, and a special mention to Luke our cat for changing me from a non cat person to someone who now spends 2 hours a day on cat psychology websites.
He has lost confidence. It appears when he went awol, he ran into the other cats who live on the caravan site.( So far, four have been sited) Apparently cats mark out their territoires, venture into theirs at your peril. Our Luke, fresh from wandering round a music venue after hours, trotted off into the night totally unaware of his surroundings. He was attacked, by one, if not more cats. He then went to ground until it was safe to return.
The chief suspect is posted above. He is currently named Mutthead, the apparent ringleader of Holme Valley Campsite Cat Crew (HVCCC) He is well hard. He won't even budge when you try to shoo him. He comes and sits outside our van and stares out the quivering Luke. We also think he's eating Lukes dinner in the awning.
So here we are caged in our van with Mutthead and crew camped outside. Luke is currently cowering under the bed, we keep trying to put him into the awning, he just won't have it. According to the cat shrinks, we need to walk around the campsite with some of his litter in a plastic bag to get his smell around the place. Great. What an impression we're making here!
All in all, its still peaceful, its still beautiful, Jodes and I are having a great time. I hope I can report some exciting Luke news shortly, like his first kill or something. Until then its life for him in a van
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