As soon as Scaredy Cat spotted Moo Cat she immediately stiffened and gave Moo Cat the Big Stare, like two gunfighters facing off at the OK Coral.
Suddenly, Scaredy Cat let out a screeching war-cry and tore after Moo Cat in full sprint. Moo Cat let out a “yelp” and turned on her heels and ran for her life. Ha ha. Scaredy Cat chased her all the way down the hill to the creek, and all the way up the next hill before I lost sight of them.
I was surprised. Because I didn’t think Scaredy Cat had it in her. She’s the most gentle and peaceful feral cat I’ve ever known. And she’s much smaller than Moo Cat, too. But apparently she’s had enough of Moo Cat’s shit.
Its obvious that Scaredy Cat and Moo Cat can’t coexist. One of them has to go. Or get their ass killed. And it looks like its gonna be Moo Cat. Which is a shame. Because they’re my two favorite cats.
Later, Scaredy Cat trotted back to my campsite with a look of triumph on her face. Like, “I sure showed her ass, huh? I’m B-A-A-AD!!”
Ha ha. Cats. I swear to God. Sometimes they act just like people.