Fwhooooom! My tail fluffs to an impossibly large size, all the hair on my back sticks up as well. The tabby eyes me with a mixture of curiosity and indignance. "I'm coming into your garden anyway" he glares at me. That's it! I sprint to the door, meow quickly, then run around to the window and jump straight through to the garden below. The tabby is now on the garden shed. Doesn't he know this is my terrain? He can't scent here, it's mine! I walk around dementedly, scenting everything I possibly can, even the flowers. The tabby sits, safe, on the garden shed. I can't get up there unless I come from the neighbours garden.Still puffed up, I try and sit down, but can't because of the state of my tail.

"What's wrong Smudgie?" comes the voice of the idiot human.

He comes outside, spots the other cat, laughs, and goes back in. Don't help me then! I'll get rid of the intruder by myself. I pace up and down, ain't nothing in here is going to be scented by that tabby.

Ten minutes later and finally! The tabby's had enough! He turns slowly around and slinks to back where he came from. I run up to the shed, to show the human I chased him off all by myself, I know he's still watching. Ten more minutes of scenting and my work's done.

I go back in through the door which the human left open for me. He had been watching through the kitchen window. He grooms me with the comb for doing such a good job. Not that I didn't deserve it anyway. Fickle creatures these humans. One minute they don't help you, the next they're grooming you. You'd think they thought they were the most important creatures in the household...

Copyright © Smudge
June 6, 2001