Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Quincy - a shy but noble cat
However Quincy stayed fairly close to home. He adored the next cat that came into his life and was like a brother, the big applehead Siamese Zachary.
The lithe little cat did have adventures of his own though. One day I heard a tremendous caterwauling outside and ran to the door.
In the hedgerow about fifty yards from the door there was a line of asperagus - Quincy would often hunt for mice in there. This time he found a fox kit.
I saw Quincy leaping in the air out of the tall grasses and asperagus ferns one summer afternoon, then a fox kit lept up - it was about the same size as Quincy... not very big but that lovely bright orange of a young fox just developing its coat. This went on for a few minutes until one of the dogs - Coffee the animal police constable in my gang of four-leggeds at the time - decided to put a stop to the fun and ambled over to investigate.
The fox bolted and Quincy trotted over to me in the doorway as if to say - "Now that was fun." He purred and rubbed up against me and allowed me to pick him up, giving me a little lick to say hello. He was a beautiful cat, and a very loving one as many cats can be if they're treated with respect and given love and affection.