It was a bright and sunny day. The rain had stopped, the birds were chirping, the breeze was breezing...and then I heard it. Meowwwwwowwwww....A screeching, piercing, decibel-busting scream that cut through the woods in the jungle, rolled in the air, reached the building across the dry cleaner's, gathering momentum along the way, then bounced off in the opposite direction to create a horrendous echo that rippled across the sound waves over the back yard, the jungle, and half of Squirrel Hill I bet.
I thought the building where our stalker lives had gotten new cats that were flighting.
But no, a look out the window and sure enough, Julio was running for his life, faster than the speed of light, chased by Peter who had reached him and started punching him already.
Peter, GO!
He turned around and kept running in the opposite direction, towards the neighborhood trash cans, his latest habitat.
Peter, it seems, is taking a revenge on my cats. I expelled him from the jungle, so now he won't let anybody, definitely not Julio, approach the trash cans, his residence of choice.
Which is all the best by me, this might turn Julio off from the trash cans once and for all. Peter, do me a favor, and chase my cats away from your stinky habitat, but if you hurt them in the process, you'll have to deal with me.
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