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Sometimes I sincerely doubt the sanity of some of my little hairy varmint critters. Wonder what made them like that? 
This morning Cherokee was sitting between the drapes and the patio door soaking up some rays. The way he was sprawled made a conspicuous bulge. Occasionally birds land on the patio, a fact about which he keeps us informed with chirps and little gurgling sounds, but mostly he just snoozes.
Now there aren't but two cats in the household at this time, and anyone would think they could recognize one another easily. But when Samantha came strolling by and saw Cherokee, she acted as if there were a stranger on the premises. With a growl and a hisspit, she attacked the lump behind the drapes. Surprised, Cherokee put up a spirited defense, both of them landing some good swats on one another through the heavy fabric.
Suddenly Cherokee broke off and lunged out from under the drapes. The first thing he saw was Samantha, but he didn't think it could have been her; they get along pretty well, most of the time. It must have been some intruder. But where was he? Sam didn't know. Sam had just attacked the stranger through the drapes, and now he had disappeared. He must still be there, somewhere. So as soon as Cherokee was out of the way, she dove under the drapes and started searching, screeching and snarling and daring the bounder to come out and fight. Meanwhile, Cherokee was running through the living room looking for his attacker.
Aha! There he was! With a growl of rage he attacked the lump running around behind the drapes and started pummeling him unmercifully. Sam, attacked by surprise like that, got even madder. The cad had hidden from her so he could take her unawares. Well, she'd show him. She ran out from behind the drapes just as Cherokee ducked underneath to get a better shot at the intruder, and they started fighting all over again.
An uneasy truce hangs in the air; both combatants are glaring around them, looking everywhere but at each other, trying find the miscreant. If they find him, they'll gang up on him and whip him like a red-headed stepchild. I guess by now they figure it's going to take both of them to do it.
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