On Sunday afternoon, we here at chez Natalie had quite an adventure.
I was in the kitchen with the dishwasher crashing and banging when I thought I heard a cat howling--not one of mine. I went into the living room and discovered Scarlett going at it through open window with a huge tabby. I don't think I've posted about him before, but he used to come around occasionally and Scarlett vehemently disliked him.
Anyway, the tabby was throwing himself at one side of the window, and Scarlett was throwing herself at the other. All her fur was standing on end and she was screaming and hissing and spitting; I've never seen her so upset. Even Melly, who isn't usually fazed much by the neighbor cats, had her tail poofed.
I had recently been warned about the dangers of displaced aggression, so I knew I had to move quickly to separate Scarlett from the tabby. Scarlett was in full Tasmanian Devil mode so it took me several minutes to get around her to close the window, and I emerged very much scathed from that experience. Even after the window was closed and the blinds shut, the tabby continued to howl at Scarlett and she at him. I knew I had to get rid of him.
I grabbed the Squirt Bottle O' Discipline and ran barefoot outside, chasing after the tabby and squirting wildly in his direction. (To complete this delightful mental image, I will add that I'd spent the day cleaning and was wearing a faded old tie-dye t-shirt and a holey pair of gym shorts, hair in a bird's nest atop my head.)
I went back inside, where Scarlett was still pacing around, clearly still on edge. Melly, usually not one to understand the concept of personal space, was keeping her distance. I got out the laser pointer (Scarlett's favorite), Da Bird, and the treat bin and attempted to distract Scarlett with all three. Just when Scarlett was succumbing to the charm of the laser pointer, the tabby came back to the window. I once again dashed outside in all my finery to chase him away, and I haven't seen him since. I am hopeful that the sight of the wild-eyed, wild-haired lady bearing down on him with a squirt bottle was terrifying enough that he won't be back.
It was late in the evening before Scarlett was back to her usual self. Unfortunately, I think the days of opening the windows are over.
I don't have any pictures from the events of Sunday as the cats and I were very much in shock the whole evening, so here are a couple photos of Melly being adorable: