Mom and I were downstairs watching a movie when I heard a cat growl, and saw Tinkerbell chase another cat downstairs and out the open back door. I got up to look outside, because I though she and Jack had got into a fight and were about to resume, when I saw it wasn’t Jack; it was a grey cat we had seen hanging around our backyard before, and had taken to feeding.
Somehow, the grey cat had snuck past my mom and I, up the stairs (in full view, directly across from me), and had lounged upstairs for who knows how long before coming across Tink.
The grey cat ran off, and I pulled Tink back inside, where she began pacing around the house, searching for any more cats that had snuck in.
The next day, we were in the backyard cleaning it up/doing yardwork, when we spotted another cat. She was very friendly, and also decided she needed to go in through the open back door. Strangely, she wouldn’t listen when Ian and I tried informing her that this wasn’t actually her house, so we followed her in, trying to keep her out of trouble. She wouldn’t let us pick her up, but we managed to keep her from going upstairs or harassing the Tinkerbell. We were trying to sort out how to shepherd her outside when she froze, staring at Rudy, our turtle. She stayed there for a good minute before slowly backing away, and then turning and running out of the house.
The moral of this story is we really need to start keeping our door closed. Or maybe we should start planting catnip so we can have even more visitors.
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