Crouching in the tall grass, stalking the unsuspecting critter, the orange cats moved cautiously. His prey knew nothing of what was coming, he was sound asleep. Closer, the orange cat comes, closer...
CLANG! ROWLLLL!!!
What the.....
As I jump straight up from a sound sleep I look to the direction the racket is coming from, the window where Fluffinator is.... was... sleeping peacefully, and an orange cat hanging on the outside of the screen trying to pounce on him, both cats roaring out their battle cries at each other. So I get out of bed, walk to the window, flick the screen with my fingertips, and shoo the cat hanging on the screen away. Fluff, in all his re-found majesty and huff from being so rudely awakened, jumped down, went to the other window, and returned to his mode of peaceful slumber.
