KITTIES! It was awful! It was a terrible horrible bad bad outrage! It shouldn't happen to a woofie!
I was lying in a very warm and bright sunpuddle at my own front door which was open so that I could gaze contentedly at the daffodils and hyacinths and watch Birdy TV. It was a quiet, nothing moving kind of day and I was there, cat loaf position, eyes relaxed and just humming to myself.
Then, that Maine Coon tabby, gorgeous though he is, came straight up to ME on the front porch. He did. The solid NERVE! Kitties! Only the depth of the door glass separated us. He could have done heinous things to me and to my mom if I had not risen to the occasion once again and protected her!
She was in the computer room, but she heard me leaping up the door glass and growling. By the time she rose and came in to see what was the matter, she saw Mr. Handsome standing there and I quote her, that she claims I was glaring at that show-off while I was in full scream and spit mode He, on the other hand just stood there interestedly as I read him his full pedigree and antecedents as well as probable relationships with various entities which shall not be re-screamed and spat out now as the moment has passed.
Kitties, I looked over my shoulder and say mom LEAVING! She came back with calming spray (HA! As if!!!) and started inching the heavy wooden door closed, a millimeter at a time until I was forced to back away. Then, she closed the door and walked off like nothing happened despite I saved her from untold terrible bad bad awful things!
I may seek a replacement mom. I won't countenance this!