Cats got into a fight at four am this morning outside on the row of garbage cans in back of our garage, Such yowling,..hissing, and noise!
Out of the middle of a ball of about six mad tommies flew my big black Baxter cat when I opened the door of the kitchen and called for him!! HE wanted no more of the fighting. The other cats wanted to demolish him.
Poor tom cat! A tom cat can't even sit out in his own backyard and yowl in peace,,anymore!
Heh! I guess,,that I became his shelter in the time of storm!"