So this weekend was the perfect weather after a long hot summer. I could hardly wait to get out on that porch. Mom stepped out first and left the door closed.
She went to scurry back inside and shut the door on my outdoor activities, and I'd had it. I was not going to be denied. I breezed by and strolled out on the porch. Mom started acting all weird (no that is not uncommon) and when I looked to my left I saw the issue - Mittens the yard cat was right on My Porch mere feet from me.
I considered issuing a warning growl as I typically do, but the day was so perfect, and I didn't want to risk being shoved back indoors. So I ignored him. I acted like he was not even there. Who cares?
I flopped right onto the cement and rolled for a good five minutes getting dirts deep down into my floof. Mom and Mittens looked on, both oddly frozen to their spots. It wouldn't be in my nature not to "Push It" so I got up and strolled over to about a foot from Mittens and hissed right in his face.
I give him credit, he stood stock still and took it in stride - I think he was more interested in the thought of a little breakfast kibble action. Mom on the other hand had to ruin the whole moment and usher me back inside. She took some food outside for the interloper. I stood vigil at the screen till he left and then demanded a return to My Porch.
Sometimes you gotta show you're a lady cat and sometimes you gotta show you're not taking any guff from anyone.