"Orange Kitty" was on the porch this morning, just finishing up his Meow Mix when I opened up the back door. He gave me a look, meowed quietly, and walked down the steps and onto the courtyard. He walked very slowly, watching me (expecting an air-horn blast, maybe?) and then he stopped in front of one of the flowerbeds and sat down. He gave me one of his best and most stern meow-free looks.
I walked slowly towards the steps, talking to Orange Kitty the whole time, telling him we weren't going to make noise with that air-horn anymore, I wouldn't be chasing him away from the porch, and that he would find Meow Mix on the porch day and night, whenever he was hungry.
Well, Orange Kitty let me know just how displeased he has been with our behavior of last week.... he looked at the flowerbed, looked up at me, then backed up to a green painted sign that I have in that flowerbed, and he sprayed it, thereby marking that spot as his very own.
The funny part of this story is that the painted words on that garden sign say "Sweet Home," and that's just where his spray ended up--- right on those words.
It's going to take a good long while for Orange Kitty to trust us again.
Knock, knock.
Who's there?
Orange.
Orange who?
Orange you ashamed of yourself for blasting me with that air-horn?
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