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daemonlunaWell. Trout decided to freak us out tonight by going all poofy-tailed and running from the living room window to the bedroom window and back.
I look outside, see nothing.
Trout starts to howl. Not demanding howl, but that rusty-ratchet defending-my-territory yowl. We're slightly concerned. Prowler? Ghost? Cat gone nuts?
And then we see a pair of kitty-ears perk up on the other side of the window. Which explained everything.
Trout howls and hisses. Minnow, daft wee thing that she is, can't see the Other Cat, and gets all defensive and bats at Trout. There is a brief kitty confrontation and circling. Trout stalks off and Minnow makes a strategic retreat to sit on a chair under the table. (Up and Under at the same time, she is wily in the ways of upness.)
Some of you may remember the (very small) saga of the Other Cat (former upstairs neighbours had a gray fluffy cat that came out on their balcony, and Trout would hiss at it from ours), and the incident with the Other-Other Cat (which showed up on our balcony and looked just like the Other Cat, to the point where we coralled it in the hall and called our neighbours, but it wasn't theirs after all). Trout does NOT like Other Cats in HIS outside.
We wait for the cats to calm down. Several minutes later, repeat the yowling. I go outside to shoo the Other Cat away. It is small and orange and the friendliest thing you've ever met. I pick it up and carry it to the front of the building. It refuses to be shooed and winds around my ankles the whole way back to our balcony.
We check the tags, find a phone number, and call. Kitty is indeed AWOL, so we scoop him up and stow him into the laundry room until his people can come retrieve him. (He paws his way out of the laundry room twice--the door doesn't latch--and yowls outside our door until one of us goes out to see him. Repeat ankle-winding, adorations, and insistence that this is so where he lives, and he needs to come inside. Um, no. Our cats are locked in the bedroom.)
Other Kitty's people just left. His name is Jack. He's only six months, and loves to escape roam but is too dumb to find his way home again. I'm glad we called them. I'm VERY glad our cats are in the house and only go out with supervision.
And when I went to let our guys out of the bedroom, they were both perched on the end of the bed in identical looming vulture poses. Very Fierce and Wild indeed. I will sleep soundly tonight knowing that no Other Cats will come and ferociously wind around my ankles with Trout on guard.
I look outside, see nothing.
Trout starts to howl. Not demanding howl, but that rusty-ratchet defending-my-territory yowl. We're slightly concerned. Prowler? Ghost? Cat gone nuts?
And then we see a pair of kitty-ears perk up on the other side of the window. Which explained everything.
Trout howls and hisses. Minnow, daft wee thing that she is, can't see the Other Cat, and gets all defensive and bats at Trout. There is a brief kitty confrontation and circling. Trout stalks off and Minnow makes a strategic retreat to sit on a chair under the table. (Up and Under at the same time, she is wily in the ways of upness.)
Some of you may remember the (very small) saga of the Other Cat (former upstairs neighbours had a gray fluffy cat that came out on their balcony, and Trout would hiss at it from ours), and the incident with the Other-Other Cat (which showed up on our balcony and looked just like the Other Cat, to the point where we coralled it in the hall and called our neighbours, but it wasn't theirs after all). Trout does NOT like Other Cats in HIS outside.
We wait for the cats to calm down. Several minutes later, repeat the yowling. I go outside to shoo the Other Cat away. It is small and orange and the friendliest thing you've ever met. I pick it up and carry it to the front of the building. It refuses to be shooed and winds around my ankles the whole way back to our balcony.
We check the tags, find a phone number, and call. Kitty is indeed AWOL, so we scoop him up and stow him into the laundry room until his people can come retrieve him. (He paws his way out of the laundry room twice--the door doesn't latch--and yowls outside our door until one of us goes out to see him. Repeat ankle-winding, adorations, and insistence that this is so where he lives, and he needs to come inside. Um, no. Our cats are locked in the bedroom.)
Other Kitty's people just left. His name is Jack. He's only six months, and loves to escape roam but is too dumb to find his way home again. I'm glad we called them. I'm VERY glad our cats are in the house and only go out with supervision.
And when I went to let our guys out of the bedroom, they were both perched on the end of the bed in identical looming vulture poses. Very Fierce and Wild indeed. I will sleep soundly tonight knowing that no Other Cats will come and ferociously wind around my ankles with Trout on guard.
