The Infiltrator

There is something strange happening with Cammie. You may have read my article from last Saturday in which I described how Cammie played with / taunted Parker. It has happened just the once. However, I have noticed the princess doing other things that I find odd.

Principally, she has been placing herself where Parker often is. The orange boy likes to lie in the far corner of the sitting room, on the carpet, under the patio door that is open to the screen. Lately, Cammie has been lying there. And when she is there, she is usually snoozing, as if it has always been her preferred spot. 

Then, I caught her sleeping in the library. Ever since Parker has come to live with us, the other beasts have explored that room when he is elsewhere, sniffing what smells they could find in there of the newcomer. Even timid Tucker has edged his way in. Renn and Cammie, bolder, have taken more time in the library. I’m glad of this, as I don’t want that room to be thought of as exclusively Parker’s. But this was the first time Cammie has snoozed there, as if uncaring as to whether the sturdy-boy would come in.

Strangest of all was what I witnessed yesterday. In the late afternoon, Cammie was stretched out in the sitting room’s sun. It was just after dinner, and Parker had been released from the library after being quarantined while I was at work. He roamed about, seeing and smelling what was new since he had been incarcerated. He cautiously approached the prone princess, whose back was to the advancing foster-cat. He sniffed, she jerked her head up - and then lowered it again, settling down to snooze some more. She must have known that a cat was there, probably even smelled Parker’s unique aroma. Yet she did not hiss, or even look. This was very odd.

Will it continue? Cammie hisses as much as usual, wanting everycat to keep his or her distance - and then these events occur. Perhaps Parker is the one who will become her feline friend. Perhaps she is luring him closer to kill him. I would prefer the former, as Parker’s dismemberment by one of my cats would be awkward to explain to the rescue-group for whom I am fostering him. Besides, I like him. So I will hope for friendship. I also hope to win the lottery.