As you all know I am something of a territorial cat. My home and the land surrounding it to within several hundred yards is mine. All mine. That's just the way I've always rolled and since moving to my house that's been the case also. Nothing's changed in my mind. However, there is a cat living two doors down by the name of Elsa who was technically here before me and as such I've had to engage in something of a turf war with her. Now though, after several months of tactical (and physical) purr-suasion, we have come to a sort of mew-tual understanding.
Make no mistake, I'm top cat around here and Elsa knows that but we tend to give each other a wide berth most of the time. We've also come to an agreement that I can go into Elsa's house and eat her food and she can come into mine and eat the mass-produced shash that the humans put out for me sometimes (you know, Felix and that sort of muck).
One thing I do insist on though, every time that Elsa comes in, is to give her the hissing of a lifetime to remind her who's who. If I see her in the kitchen I stop and hiss as loudly as I can as a warning not to overstep the mark. You see, hissing is one of the finest weapons in a cats arsenal. Let's face it, we'd all prefer not to have to use our teeth and claws unless absolutely necessary and so by hissing we're issuing a warning to back off in no uncertain terms. And of course it works. It works on humans, dogs, swans, geese (although they hiss back) and especially other cats.
We are cats and it's what we do. Why, it's part of our hiss-tory (see what I did there!)
PPP x
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