Kitties, last night I showed out in a very unflattering way. I just can't cope with Ginger.
It was 10 PM and there was an awful crash in the spare bedroom. I screamed. Mom got up to see that I had knocked over the plant stand andthat the sole plant that was on it fell to the floor. I knocked over the china bowl and pitcher that was inside it as well and the trash can. All to get to Ginger who had the complete unmitigated gall to come into MY yard.
Mom knows better than to come over to me although she spoke to me. I hissed very loudly at her, kitties. But she didn't come over to me of course. Every time she spoke, I turned and warned her with my posture and my loud hisses and open mouth.
Mom sprayed some calming spray she said later and she put on a jacket and went outside to scare him off if he was still there.
Peace eventually came back to the household but she stayed up an additional hour just in case. Sigh. I laid on the coffee table with her but my tail was thumping so she didn't pet me. I didn't go in when she went to bed and I finally got up on the bottom on the bed close to morning.
There is nothing to be done. For some reason he just enrages me. The black kitty simply makes me talk and chatter and be alert.
Mom doesn't know who he belongs to but he is not a stray we feel sure. He doesn't act like he's hungry...he's just inspecting what he must consider is his territory. Mom said she hates to have her hand forced but she may have to stop feeding the birds again. But birds aren't what brought him here in the night. It was what he considered his patrol.