Heh. I was sitting here a minute ago and heard cats fighting outside. Ran to the door yelling for Boo. Then one of the little stray cats I've been feeding, Kibo, comes out into the yard with her tail all puffed up. No Boo. I go walking up and down my fence, calling for Boo. Finally I hear his collar tag jingling and here he comes -- tail all puffed up. He makes a beeline for the deck and jumps up on it. I'm petting him and yelling at Kibo to leave him alone, and the little slut starts jumping up onto the deck after Boo! He scrams back through the fence and into the bushes, I'm yelling even more at her. Then I spent five solid minutes calling for Boo again until he finally came out of the bushes. Kibo was on the back porch the whole time, waiting for him to reappear so she could go after him some more I guess. I picked Boo up and carried him back inside while he whined and hissed at Kibo the whole time because she was following me right on my heels, saying the whole time, "She can't get you, Girls are Bad, I know, Girls are Bad."

Sheesh.