THUNDERDOME!
Jul. 16th, 2009 11:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
supertinksCaro - Fidget's started his Thunderdome training :-)
So we're sitting at home watching TV, I'm mending bits and pieces of Jamie's kit for Fayre. He hears a sound and says "uh oh, cats fighting outside". He goes to the back door to break it up. Its pissing down outside. He goes outside with the brolly. Calls Fidget. No response. All he can hear are the low growls of Potato, and the slightly girlier meowling of Fidget. By the time I get outside, we have worked out that Fidget has got Potato holed up against the wall in next door's alley. They're not full on scrapping, just growling at each other.
Now the wall between our alleys is quite high, and there's nothing outside to stand on. So I ended up climbing up onto the windowsill of the dining room window, hanging off the trellis on the other side of the wall. In the rain. Wearing my slippers. So a little bit precarious!
It is of course dark, and there are no lights on next door (I think they are out, or asleep). So all I can see is a vague ghostly ginger shape cowering against the wall, and no sign of Fidget (cos you know, its tricky to spot a black cat with indistinct silhouette, in a dark shadowy alley when its raining, and you're clinging on for dear life to a trellis). Jamie went inside to get a torch, leaving me juggling an umbrella as well.
All the while I'm talking to the cats, trying to get a response out of them, to break them up. Only when I got the torch and shone a light on the situation did I realise exactly what was going on. Fidget had obviously chased Potato away from his territory, and Potato had run back to his house, intending to go through the cat flap. But Fidget was too close behind him, and he overshot, and ended up trapped between the wall and the cat. They were almost nose to nose, growling and meowling away at each other. And occasionally Potato would lash out, and they'd rear up and do a kind of strange girly bitch slapping thing (sort of like kangaroo boxing, I guess). Eventually I shouted at Fidget loud enough, and he ran off. Potato, bless him, he doesn't really understand how all this is supposed to work, started to chase after him, until I called him back and told him to go inside, which he dutifully did.
Fidget then sulked at the bottom of the garden, before coming in, completely and utterly soaked. He got a thorough towelling down and combing, and has now spent the rest of the evening flumped on Jamie's lap, very content!
So we're sitting at home watching TV, I'm mending bits and pieces of Jamie's kit for Fayre. He hears a sound and says "uh oh, cats fighting outside". He goes to the back door to break it up. Its pissing down outside. He goes outside with the brolly. Calls Fidget. No response. All he can hear are the low growls of Potato, and the slightly girlier meowling of Fidget. By the time I get outside, we have worked out that Fidget has got Potato holed up against the wall in next door's alley. They're not full on scrapping, just growling at each other.
Now the wall between our alleys is quite high, and there's nothing outside to stand on. So I ended up climbing up onto the windowsill of the dining room window, hanging off the trellis on the other side of the wall. In the rain. Wearing my slippers. So a little bit precarious!
It is of course dark, and there are no lights on next door (I think they are out, or asleep). So all I can see is a vague ghostly ginger shape cowering against the wall, and no sign of Fidget (cos you know, its tricky to spot a black cat with indistinct silhouette, in a dark shadowy alley when its raining, and you're clinging on for dear life to a trellis). Jamie went inside to get a torch, leaving me juggling an umbrella as well.
All the while I'm talking to the cats, trying to get a response out of them, to break them up. Only when I got the torch and shone a light on the situation did I realise exactly what was going on. Fidget had obviously chased Potato away from his territory, and Potato had run back to his house, intending to go through the cat flap. But Fidget was too close behind him, and he overshot, and ended up trapped between the wall and the cat. They were almost nose to nose, growling and meowling away at each other. And occasionally Potato would lash out, and they'd rear up and do a kind of strange girly bitch slapping thing (sort of like kangaroo boxing, I guess). Eventually I shouted at Fidget loud enough, and he ran off. Potato, bless him, he doesn't really understand how all this is supposed to work, started to chase after him, until I called him back and told him to go inside, which he dutifully did.
Fidget then sulked at the bottom of the garden, before coming in, completely and utterly soaked. He got a thorough towelling down and combing, and has now spent the rest of the evening flumped on Jamie's lap, very content!
