It’s very odd because when we collected home from the rescue they assured us that he loved all other cats. And he does, apart from one.
If they meet on the patio at the front of the house he chases her up the rose arch and she has to be rescued.
His latest favourite thing to do is to lurk outside the cat flap waiting to ambush her.
Who would have thought such a handsome fellow could be so mean.
Does two count as a pattern or a coincidence?