
What until that moment had the chance of becoming Downyflake's first real friendship, died in the embers of defeat. The fighting started, and Graymattter, as if not satisfied with her victory, dumped fresh steaming mounds of puke everywhere an unsuspecting human might want barefoot in the night.
Repeated howls from angry humans busy cleaning her nasty discharge from between their toes. added to Graymatter's enjoyment and resolve. She knew she was close to having Scooter banned to the outdoors from which he came and upped the ante by spraying doorways where Scooter had passed before her.
Hell, I didn't know females could spray. Call me a female feline chauvinist if you must, but who knew?
The aromatic discharges grew and finally it was decision time. Unfortunately for Scooter, we'd made some kind of adoption commitment with Graymatter, so Scooter became the downstairs outdoor cat, which suited him fine thank you very much.
He now roams the yard, his territory and ignores both indoor cats. But occasionally, Downyflake lies in the window with that "what-if" gaze as he stares down as Scooter and wonders which of them got the better deal.