The fight of the century......

It was epoch. Grace's last day in the wilderness. She was running all over, getting last smells, eating her last bit of wild cat poop (oops sorry, she'd prefer that remain private), jumping small mountains of snow...she was WILD!!!! She was surveying her territory. We adventurors made it all the way to the end of the drive and on the way back --- horrors!!!!!!! AN INVADER!!!!!!!! It was orange camoflauge, with a thick fur coat. He sauntered along like HE was the owner of the land, NOT GRACE!!!!!! The nerve!
The battle ensued. Grace in command with her faithful sergeant Jack by her side careened into battle. The orange invader (hereafter known as "Cat") hissed and yowled and swatted his razor sharp claws then fled scared straight up a tree. After a couple of reassuring runs around the tree to complete her victory, Grace moved on - never one to gloat. :-)
When what should occur but MANDY betrayed the pack!!!!!!! She coaxed Cat out of the tree and not only petted the creature but PICKED HIM UP!!!!! She walked up the drive calming the Cat and it took Grace a little bit to notice. Understandably, she had thot this battle was complete. She came TEARING back into action. Cat used his fur coat to get bigger and bigger and puffed out his tail in FEAR!!!!!!!! He started to yowl.......a battle cry. Grace came up and attempted to negotiate -- sniffing Cat in an offer of friendship. The invador WHACKED Grace across the nose w/ his claws, launched himself off Mandy's chest and tore his way thru the snow to the shed for safety (for the dog door was not built for one of Grace's ..... size.) Grace celebrated w/ her faithful sidekick - running thru the snow and kicking up her heels before deignging to forgive Mandy her betrayal and come in for breakfast. It was a good final morning in the wild....

The End. :-)