A blend of psychology and extreme violence

[dreamer_easy]

Holy flaming cow! I mustn't have shut the front door properly - just now there was a BANG like a bomb going off, and Frank and Tim both exploded out to beat the living crap out of Frankalike.

I was on them like a shot to break up the three-way wrestling, which gave the intruder a chance to make a break for it. Cue noisy Mexican standoff down the side of the house. Frank protested slightly when I snavelled him, but didn't struggle. Tim didn't want to be snavelled, and jumped up onto the fence, but didn't claw or bite me even when I held him by the skin of his back until I could get a grip on his nape. (You have to imagine poor Jon juggling the torch, cats, doors, etc during all this.)

Frank and Tim are now hanging about the house looking like toughs - alert, but rather smug. Neither one has obvious injuries, though I'll have to keep an eye on them in case of hidden puncture wounds, etc. They're up to date on all their shots, of course. Somebody clawed my arms (not at all seriously) during the ruckus - which can't have lasted more than a minute or two all told - but I don't know who!

Comments

[bex77]

I must have missed something...who is Frankalike? Photo? Glad you all survived relatively unscathed!

[kateorman.livejournal.com]

Frankalike is a cow-cat who resembles our Frankus closely enough that I've occasionally thought the little devil had escaped! For some reason, s/he has been stalking the neighbourhood on recent nights, mewing at peoples' doors to be let in - notably at 3 am yesterday morning, when Jon and I were woken by Tim's test of the emergency growling system.

No sign of the little bugger tonight, though!

[alryssa.livejournal.com]

Yikes! The one time I dealt with something like this, it was a horrible case of redirected aggression - Max couldn't get to what or whoever was pissing him off outside, so he LUNGED at poor Josie, who did the only sensible thing and ran for her life to hide under the loveseat. My delayed, shocked reaction, because I had no clue what was happening at the time, was to try and grab him by the scruff, but he displayed an amazing feat of athleticism to twist in my grip and sank his upper and lower canines into my hand. I promptly dropped him, my hand swelled up to the size of a baseball, and I was a gibbering wreck by the time my husband got home. Not an experience we want to repeat, given the ensuing emergency room visit.

[kateorman.livejournal.com]

Playing the events over in my mind, I realised that it wasn't my heroic intervention which broke up the fight - it was Tim's arrival on the scene. Frank and Anti-Frank were already going at it like The Alternative Factor when suddenly this giant orange meteor of wrath landed on both of them. Frankalike's chance to bolt came because, for several confused seconds, Tim and Frank were fighting each other. Idiots.

[alryssa.livejournal.com]

Well, I think of it like that blinding curtain of rage - you hit that point where it doesn't MATTER who the target of your wrath is, as long as you're beating the shit out of it (I've snapped like that myself perhaps three times in my life, and it's a scary place to go. Especially in a high school corridor). :P

How are the two ruffians now?

[kateorman.livejournal.com]

Sitting side by side at their water bowl, kissing each other. Srsly.

[alryssa.livejournal.com]

lollerskates

[whochick.livejournal.com]

Gangstas, yo!