The two big Ginger Tom’s ignored little Fred’s defiant stand and were preparing to move against me, when, without any warning, around the corner house and travelling at the speed of light, little three legged Gladys Rowe charged into the first of the big cats, head butting him in his ribs and bowling him over. Before he could recover, Moses arrived like the Black Zando and followed closely by Bubbles Bracey, pounced on the other ginger, inflicting some seriously heavy puncture wounds into its body.
The fight if it could be called a fight was over almost as soon as it had begun with both of the Ginger Toms lying in pain on the grass and I had not even had to lift a paw. However, the one thing that will stay with me forever, was watching my son as he sprayed both of them, just as they were reviving from their ordeal. Then to make sure that they both got the message, I too gave them both a liberal squirting; mine with much more of a pungent flavour than little Fred’s.
“So you came back, even after being defeated, you came back”, I said walking up and down in front of them with my tail sticking up in a clear show of defiance. However, neither of the big ginger cats was interested in what I was saying, as they stared in disbelief at the shear size and aggressive power of Moses, who with a little help from his girlfriend Bubbles, was busily cleaning himself. After a couple of moments, Moses stood up, bared his fangs and towering over the two Ginger Toms, said in his deep guttural voice, “If you two are still here in one minute from now, I will skin you alive and use what is left of your fur to make me a couple of pairs of paw warmers”.
Even with the battering they had just suffered, both Ginger Tom’s were up and gone, not even bothering to look back and I was sure from the terrified look on their faces, that they would not be returning to our street ever again.
When I turned around, Fred was trying his best to ward off the attention being heaped upon him by the girls, who seemed unable to stop themselves from giving him lick after lick of affection. After all, he had shown tremendous courage in facing down those two big cats; no mean feat when you are only a little kitten.
When all was back to normal, I asked Moses how he knew that the renegade Toms had returned. He said that because Gladys and Bubbles couldn’t stop gassing after we had left; the three of them were still standing in the street, when Moses clearly heard little Fred’s defiant call to the two ginger cats. Her told the girls that something was wrong at our place and was going to find out what the problem was. He set off at a fast pace in the direction of our house, only to be overtaken by little Gladys, who with a determined look on her face, was running faster than a hare with a hound on her heels.
After I finished thanking everyone for their show of solidarity, Moses and the two girls left, leaving me standing talking to Fred, when Patsy and Durdanah came into the garden. As soon as he saw them, Fred called out “Mum” and bounded over to her, where she immediately began licking him as if he had just come up from a coal mine. Durdanah rushed over to me and gave my nose a really long rub and then asked me what all the commotion was about. After I had finished explaining about Fred’s defiant stand against the two big ginger cats, she smiled and said “Just like his dad; a real chip off the old block, then ran over to him and gave him a playful dig in the ribs with her paw. Fred responded by chasing her round and round the garden, whilst I went across to Patsy and gave her nose a couple of big rubs.
The kids were still chasing each other, when I asked Patsy how she was feeling and if she missed the other girls. She said that having Durdanah close by was a plus, but losing the others had been a hard pill to swallow. Then she smiled and said that she was going round to see them as soon as she could get Durdanah to calm down, as Liz and Zoe had now let the kittens out to play in the garden. I told her that I too would get over and see them if the weather stayed fine tomorrow: because, unlike old dragon face, Liz and Zoe would not be throwing water over me for being in their garden
