So, the Butcher is coming down with my cold and we’re sitting here on the couch, me working on my Pith post, him working on trying to breathe, when the cats had the weirdest fight.
The orange cat was on the table looking out the window when the new kitty, who didn’t know the orange cat was on the table, jumped up. There was a little hissing and then the new kitty made her head all flat.
And then they both turned their backs to each other and engaged in a made tail-swishing in each other’s general direction.
And I guess the new kitty lost because she had to follow me around the house looking for sympathy.
Tail-swishing, though! I’ve never seen cats fight that way.
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