A testy neighbor cat intruded on Halvor’s guest kibbles portion and a stare-down ensued. The testy cat and Halvor glowered at one another. Behind the fence, in the garden with me, Effie was on the alert, clearly unnerved. I left the garden and began raising my arms and voice to communicate to Testy that he was not welcome. Testy was unmoved by my shooing actions, and I took up a small stone and tossed it in his direction, aiming it to fall well short of hitting him. Testy backed off, and Halvor began moving toward him in a low slink. Testy took off, and Halvor followed him part of the way down our driveway, then returned to his kibbles.
I can’t say “. . .and a good time was had by all;” I can say I do not like that testy cat.
Mostly I resent Testy’s presumptuous attempts to assert dominion over food intended for Halvor and his brother Torvald, his aggressive resentment toward Effie, and the challenging hold-your-ground posture and expression he assumes toward me when I shoo him from the food put out for his rivals.
Effie observed the confrontation from the garden, stationing herself in a dense patch of flax and vetch until Testy took off, Halvor hightailing behind him, just to make sure.