The weather last night was ab fab, so I decided to test out the old grill. I made pork chops and they were great. They were pre-seasoned from the grocery store. A lot too salty for my taste, but still yummy.
Anyway, as I was grilling, I let the cats outside and they were doing their usual sniffing and eating grass and chasing bugs. Then we went in for dinner. A few hours later, I decided I really needed to clean off the grill or else I would regret it later. So Tigger and I headed outside.
In the time it took for me to walk the 10 feet to the grill, open it, and maybe swab it once, Tigger is standing nose to nose to a pretty white cat. There is much growling and noises you wouldn't think would come out of cats. I walk over to them slowly, not really sure how I can break up a cat fight. Tigger is all afluff and standing his ground. It is his yard after all.
I don't know what they said to each other, but in a split second, the chase begins. Tigger chased the cat to the side yard, and he/she/it leaps over my 6 ft fence like nobody's business. I was afraid that Tigger would try to follow. But thank goodness he didn't. He stayed put but the growling continued. I was afraid to pick him up, but he let. I dropped him off inside. He was still making quite the commotion. Bobby had heard all this from inside, because he was waiting by the door with a curious expression on his face.
My Tigger, the brave hero! He was going to protect me. I just hope he doesn't remember and try to climb the fence that way.
