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Who needs a guard dog?
Jun. 19th, 2008 10:05 pmThere's a cat that lives around here - upstairs, I think - that we see from time to time. I think he'd be described as a 'tuxedo' cat, with his mostly black coat and white chest and feet. First time we saw him was not long after we moved in, when he wandered through the patio door and stretched himself out across the living room carpet like he was lord of the manor. Symba was so unsettled about the move that he merely hovered in the doorway to the hall and did nothing.
Three years on, this same cat decided today that he wanted to get into the building and would be making use of our open windows to achieve his goal. Initially he tried to get into Rowan's room, but Rowan shouted him back out again. So then he decided to use the living room window instead - only to encounter Symba, who'd been dozing on his cushion under the dining table.
Man...the resulting fight was very loud! I don't think I've ever actually witness Symba defend his territory before, though I did hear it at night a couple of times back at Mam's house, with fur all over the hallway carpet as physical evidence. Though he and Tammie had been known to let some of the neighbourhood cats sleep under the dining table from time to time.
I was eventually able to let the cat out through Rowan's bedroom window, since they'd taken the fight in there by the time I'd unlocked the patio door. He was making all sorts of wounded, offended noises, but seemed grateful for the escape route. I later found one of his claws on the living room carpet *winces* It certainly wasn't one of Symba's...
Sym was pretty shook up after - wouldn't you be, getting into a fight when you're fourteen years old? I was oddly proud of him though, defending his home after the way he'd been so meek before, so I went and got him an extra bowl of food and water. He tucked in to it under the dining room table, so he could feel safe, though he was still shaken up enough to be almost frantically trying to hide it any time he wanted to walk away.
He's now curled up by my feet on the sofa, having a snooze. :-)
Three years on, this same cat decided today that he wanted to get into the building and would be making use of our open windows to achieve his goal. Initially he tried to get into Rowan's room, but Rowan shouted him back out again. So then he decided to use the living room window instead - only to encounter Symba, who'd been dozing on his cushion under the dining table.
Man...the resulting fight was very loud! I don't think I've ever actually witness Symba defend his territory before, though I did hear it at night a couple of times back at Mam's house, with fur all over the hallway carpet as physical evidence. Though he and Tammie had been known to let some of the neighbourhood cats sleep under the dining table from time to time.
I was eventually able to let the cat out through Rowan's bedroom window, since they'd taken the fight in there by the time I'd unlocked the patio door. He was making all sorts of wounded, offended noises, but seemed grateful for the escape route. I later found one of his claws on the living room carpet *winces* It certainly wasn't one of Symba's...
Sym was pretty shook up after - wouldn't you be, getting into a fight when you're fourteen years old? I was oddly proud of him though, defending his home after the way he'd been so meek before, so I went and got him an extra bowl of food and water. He tucked in to it under the dining room table, so he could feel safe, though he was still shaken up enough to be almost frantically trying to hide it any time he wanted to walk away.
He's now curled up by my feet on the sofa, having a snooze. :-)
