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supertinksSo while I was out today, Mr Fidget was doing his level best to scare the shit out of Jamie.
J was in the house. Heard a cat outside, a deep long angry threatening growl. Not recognising it, he went to investigate. It was coming from the alley out the back, close to the back door.
It was Mr Fidget. Not his usual, high-pitched, girly meow. A proper vicious, "I'm going to kill you" sort of noise.
Further investigation revealed another cat, a big tabby and white fella with a shiny blue collar. We've seen him out the front a few times over the last couple of weeks, and whenever I've seen Fidget spot him from the study window, he's reacted rather negatively. Doesn't like new cats.
Anyway, Fidget had this cat pinned up against the wall, backed into a corner. He couldn't get past Fidget to get out of the alley to safety. Fidget was raking away with all four sets of claws, biting, the whole shebang. There was blood on the other cat's flanks.
Jamie's reaction was predictably panicked and instantaneous. Straight out the back door, grabbed Fidget with both hands and threw him inside. Didn't get a chance to find out how badly injured the other cat was, for as soon as Fidget was out of the way, he was off. Legged it down the alley and out of sight.
Fidget was not injured. And after a nice big brush from Jamie to calm him down, he settled into a heap in the middle of the bed and fell asleep, which is where I found him when I came home.
J was in the house. Heard a cat outside, a deep long angry threatening growl. Not recognising it, he went to investigate. It was coming from the alley out the back, close to the back door.
It was Mr Fidget. Not his usual, high-pitched, girly meow. A proper vicious, "I'm going to kill you" sort of noise.
Further investigation revealed another cat, a big tabby and white fella with a shiny blue collar. We've seen him out the front a few times over the last couple of weeks, and whenever I've seen Fidget spot him from the study window, he's reacted rather negatively. Doesn't like new cats.
Anyway, Fidget had this cat pinned up against the wall, backed into a corner. He couldn't get past Fidget to get out of the alley to safety. Fidget was raking away with all four sets of claws, biting, the whole shebang. There was blood on the other cat's flanks.
Jamie's reaction was predictably panicked and instantaneous. Straight out the back door, grabbed Fidget with both hands and threw him inside. Didn't get a chance to find out how badly injured the other cat was, for as soon as Fidget was out of the way, he was off. Legged it down the alley and out of sight.
Fidget was not injured. And after a nice big brush from Jamie to calm him down, he settled into a heap in the middle of the bed and fell asleep, which is where I found him when I came home.
