Cat BLog

Last night, the wee bride and I were watching television when our cats set up an ungodly yowling. Rushing to my office, I found our furry one backed against the wall, and our nasty Siamese snarling on a chair at something under my desk. It was a black cat, who promptly scooted out the door and down into the garage.
It turned out to be Max, the cat across the way, who had walked into our house this afternoon while the wee bride was gardening. We opened the back door for her (yes, Max, is female), and she left without further commotion. Two hours later, both our cats' tails had returned to normal size.