"Your cookies are lame, Your chips are the the same, You're not what you claim" - Trent Lane Mystik Spiral
So, I'm lying there, sleeping, and then my animal senses take control. My eyes wide open, my arm flailing to close the window, then it happened... My hand knocked over an aluminum can that was propping the curtain open. That brief moment, a cat flew through the air, landed onto my floor, startling me and Animoot.
I knew this cat, and he knew me. But being out there in the wild will do things to domesticated animals. No matter how sweet and spoiled it starts out, it is still an animal. So, I sat beside my little brother (Animoot), and in front of his friend (the other cat) who posed a mental threat and a road block toward my door. As soon as my heart and mind settled down, I worked my way around the gray cat to open my door that goes into the living room. But, that might have been a bad idea...
As soon as I did that, Dahlia, Fuzz, and Slim had to see who else was in the house with us. The moment Dahlia set her eyes on the stranger, she struck with a force like that of a little savage beast. I had to jump to avoid their little battle. Claws and hisses filled the air, and a moment of urgency escalated quickly. I made my way out the door, pulled Dahlia from the fight, and closed it behind me. I eventually lead the gray cat out of my room and fed it some milk and Whiskas. But before I could do that I had to gather my little herd of cats into another room.
This is not cool. I'm actually turning out to the be the male equivalent of the crazy cat lady.
*sigh*