Ok, I know I'm completely obsessing about this cat that is torturing my home life, but I am not yet able to let it go. I have a cat stalker. The other night I was awoken from a deep sleep. This time, not by the random partying tenants or by the urge to eat some triple creme cheese, but by the most vicious cat fight I have ever heard. And, I went to a girls' camp.
I think a dog was involved too. Perhaps a classic love triangle, or maybe gang warfare, but whatever the motivation, they were going at it. I actually ran out to see the commotion and mostly make sure there wasn't going to be blood on my wicker, but they dashed away.
I was pretty convinced that my cat stalker/uninvited moocher was dead. Or at least badly maimed. Despite all the porch lingering, he must be a house cat because of the collar and I didn't figure a house cat could hold his own. So, imagine my surprise when there he was the next morning, pleased as punch with himself.
Accidentally, I startled him and he jolted away. A few minutes later, I could feel eyes on me and sure enough he was back up there, giving me the total EVIL eye. It may not look like it in this picture, but I was afraid.
Looking closer, his ear looks sorta mangled - he's a fighter. I have my work cut out for me.