We first started seeing the black and white tomcat sometime in midsummer.
He’d sit in the tall weeds near our barn and run off when we’d get too close.
Jokingly, we called him our calico’s boyfriend and thought nothing of it since all our cats are “fixed.”
But recently, I noted the tom getting a little “chummier” with me. When I’d go out to feed our three females, he’d always be there waiting-- just about five feet away from the door of the barn.
I named him “Tom-Tom” and tried to make friends -- even inviting him to slip into the barn to eat with the “girls.”
But around that same time, I noticed some strange things happening...
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