A few months ago I wrote about this weird little black cat that was hanging around, learning the difference between a meow and a hiss, and totally crushing on one of our cats. Well, Enigma is still around, still hitting on Mystery, and still an enigma.
We’ve settled into a routine where he comes to the door twice a day to eat. He also just seems to like singing duets with people. He still hasn’t let anyone touch him (that I know of), but he’ll come over to the door, sit a few feet away from, and strike up a conversation. He doesn’t hiss much anymore, either.
He’s been persuaded to come inside a few times. AFAIK he’s upstairs in the house right now. His first item of business is generally to go find Mystery and meow at her. She’s not really that impressed, but she lets him come over and touch noses with her. It’s kinda sweet, actually. Like a guy from a romance serenading his lover under her window.
No wait, he does serenade her under the window. She spends a good deal of her sleeping time in the library, which is windows just about everywhere that isn’t bookshelves, and he goes over to whatever window she’s closest to and sings to her through the glass. He really is a musical cat, our Enigma.
Twice now he’s encountered Tikva, the other cat. Tikva is not happy about him. Tikva is pissy and hissy about him. Enigma has wisely decided to leave her alone for the time being.
Enigma is still an enigma. We don’t know where he came from, if he was pet, stray, or semi-tame, or how old he is. Or when he’s finally going to start feeling comfortable around us. Or how long we’re going to have to wait to get him fixed and checked so that we don’t scare him off for good.
In the meantime, meow.
The pics:
Enigma and Mystery. I *think *he’s the one on top of the chair. Probably.
Mr. Mewsical by himself