Y’know…I’m not just a handsome face…I’m also one tough mancat. And now I’ve got proof. Lemme tell you what happened the other night.
It was late and the mom was upstairs getting ready to go to bed. I was sitting in the kitchen window like I do most nights surveying my territory. When suddenly, I spotted something outside on the patio. It was an introoder! How dare it come into my yard! I yelled at it and jumped on the window screen…maybe just a little too hard. But I wanted to get that introoder and make sure it knew whose turf this was.
The mom heard all the commotion and came running downstairs. She found me really upset…I was growling and my tail was about 3 times its normal size. I ran from door to window looking for that introoder but it had taken off…in fear of its life, no doubt.
The mom managed to calm me down. She looked outside but she didn’t see any introoder. She wondered what I saw. Was it a raccoon or a vishus deer or something else? She asked me but I was still a little upset and just couldn’t talk about it.
Then she saw the window screen.
Doods! Look what I did…I tore a 2 inch hole in it! Whoa! The mom was not very happy about it but grateful that I didn’t push the whole screen out and end up outside. The introoder was lucky that’s all I did.
The next day the mom took the torn screen out to have it repaired. She borrowed a screen from another window and put it in until the old screen was fixed.
The next night, there I was…sitting in the kitchen window again…but this time the mom was right there, too. And y’know what? That introoder returned! What gall! Oh, I got really really mad this time, but the mom was quick and closed the window so I couldn’t jump at it. She looked outside and saw the introoder. It was a cat…one we’ve never seen before. It ran off again. Wimp.
Oh yeah…I am one tough mancat…defending my turf. I know that introoder is out there…and I’m ready for him if he comes back. But he wouldn’t dare….