The other day, Candy and I were walking out to the car on our way to get some food. We saw a neighbor cat
, an orange tabby, whom we call Mr. Orange (I believe his real name is Scotty) hunkered down, ears flat back against his head and growling. The object of his ire was another orange tabby from a few buildings over. The tabby from a few buildings over was all puffed up, growling, and appeared to have the upper hand. Candy decided that we need to do something! She rushed back into the house to get the water gun that we use to discipline Queue and Zaida. In the time that she was in the house, the cat from the other building was moving into position to strike a blow. Just before the fur actually started flying, Candy came out, green and orange plastic gun held out in front of her, stalking with determination toward the two cats. As she got into range, she started shooting the water gun, and shouted “This is Mr. Orange’s turf! Go back to your own building! Get out of here!” over and over.
I’m honestly not sure what scared the “foreign” cat more the yelling or the water gun, but the cat trotted off. He didn’t go very far, and we got into the car. Since the “foreign” cat was still hanging around somewhat close, Candy handed me the water gun, I rolled down my window and tried to shoot him, even though he was out of range. Candy, turned the car so that she could grab the water gun back and do a drive by on the cat, saying”Go back to your building!”
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