Bubba lives across the street. He’s black like Scratchy. He used to hang out in our yard a lot. He would lay in the driveway or in the yard. Sometimes he would get on our window ledge and peek in. Scratchy would get on the other side of the window and growl at him when he did that. Scratchy seems to think he owns the area outside our house even though he doesn’t get to go out there.
What Scratchy doesn’t realize is that the area outside our house is mine. I’m the only one who gets to go out there – besides my people, that is. I had to convince Bubba of that too. It’s kind of hard to chase a cat when you’re on a leash, but I managed to do it. It’s really fun when cats run away.
I finally got the message through to Bubba. He doesn’t come over in our yard any more. He stays at home. I kind of wish he’d come back though. I need another cat to chase.