pig meets cat

I had a great time with the boys last night. I spent about an hour with them after work, giving them their second feeding and generally playing. They love comming over to sniff my hands, rub against and chew at my wellies, pull at my trousers with their mouths, try and push me over with their snouts - all of which I think is to try and get me to give them a good scratching on their heads, necks and shoulders - piggy bliss.

They were happily snuffling up their pig pellets when our cat, Tisa, climbed through the wire fence to come and investigate what the strange noises were.
Minty was the first to spot her, head up, he eyed her up and then went trotting over to say hello, after all the dogs had been friendly so why not make another pal?

He stopped about 50cm away from her, at which point I've never seen the cat look so scared! She lowered herself on all fours and stared at Minty, in a typical 'fight or flee' pose. I'm sure Minty sensed that she wasn't going to sign up to the pig fan club, and after a couple of seconds of this stalemate, he turned 180 degrees and ran, full pelt, back to my side. He looked up at me with what I'm sure was a confused look. I couldn't explain to him why the cat didn't want to be friends.

She meanwhile had pegged it back out of the run into the garden. I don't she'll be back anytime soon.