I came out to feed the crew this morning. Flame still stays off in her usual corner, so I filled her dish and turned the car toward the colony's meeting place. Much to my surprise, I saw Big John AND the Black lying on the driveway waiting for me. Not especially close to each other, but only a few feet apart. Just lying there enjoying the last of the morning coolth* and waiting for breakfast, relaxed and unimpressed with each other. It's always so nice to watch as the hormones subside and the cats start calming down and being friendly. Maybe we can have a "mostly peaceable kingdom" after all (as Cleveland Amory described).
The Black skittered away as I got out of the car; he, Billie Jean, and Little Joe remain the spookiest members of the colony. But I got a laugh after all; from behind the barricade that hides the food and water dishes, I heard an insistent "hurry up with the grub" meowing and thought it was Billie Jean (she usually stays back there) but when I got down and peeked under it, it was the Black making that noise; Billie Jean hadn't arrived yet! Marvelous; if he's comfortable enough to vocalize at me, he's definitely feeling better.
*- what else do you call the opposite of "warmth"?
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