Reminds me of an event that happened a few years ago in the MrBishop household.
This happened in the middle of the night and involved my smallest cat Tarzan...who, while standing at a window must have made a rude gesture to a local Tom.
Said Tom leapt through a screen window to take umberance with Tarzan...much to his dismay. Now...Tarzan is a fast cat...knows the house well etc...the race was on...but before the Tom knew it...he was faced with more than an angry MrBishop and MrsBishop.
You see...I had 5 cats at the time (Slick RIP). and well...they're not really accepting to visitors.
Before I made my way out of bed to see who was fighting (expecting two of ym own cats going at it)...the Kitty-alarm had been raised. Said Tom (aka victim) had caught Tarzan and was being taught a lesson in the game of "I have claws and you don't"...when the Backups showed up. The victim in question might have weiged in at about 12-14lbs...slightly bigger than Tarzan...but Bishop (weighing in at 24lbs) and Seven (at a muscly 22lbs) were having a fit.
How dare anyone attack Tarzan (except us).
By the time I got to the train-wreck, Tarzan had escaped to the top of my hutch
, Ginger was under a chair, Slick was curled up watching the action and our victim was changing colours rapidly. To be more specific, he was brown and orange, but seemed to be wearing a black and white fur coat (Seven)
and had Bishop
flying in and out of the action (Bishop prefers fighting at a distance) to deliver some stunningly loud blows.
I had to douse all 3 cats and while chaos ensued, drop a blanket on our victim, to carry him out of my house. I knew the cat in question, so I delived him to his house through the cat-slot with a note to the owner to keep his damn cat out of my house.
By the time I got home...all my cats were preaned and just SOOO proud of themselves.
Cripes...but what a night!
ROFL