Fenwick's Frolics

Fenwick has discovered a new breed of cats, they are what we humans call ferrel, and they are what Fenwick calls, ....well never mind that. For those of you who don't know, my parents had to take my cat, Ree, when I moved into an apartment in Granbury. I found Ree in a hospital parking lot when she was just a kitten. She is now full grown and has had many litters of her own and is currently expecting again. Fenwick, is his ignorance, thought that all cats were much like his sister, Mam. Declawed but very vocal. Upon arriving at my parents, he bounded out of the car and was on his way up the steps to say "hi" to everyone when Ree came out of nowhere and jump right on his face. All four claws sinking in. Feny started yelping and trying to get her off his head but she held on. Everyone around was hollering at Ree to leave him alone but no one wanted to physically remove her from Feny for fear that we would become her next target. Finally Feny managed to get away from her and quickly get into the house. He refused to go out for the rest of the evening and even the next morning. We finally decided that he was going to have to buck up. After all, he couldn't "hold it" forever. Todd FORCED Feny to face his fears and go outside. Little did we know, Ree was waiting. Before we knew what was happening Feny and Ree were going at it on the steps. Only this time, Feny was fighting back. We were shocked. Somehow Feny managed to "claim" the porch. Ree was on the ground, defeated. That victory gave Feny the  confidence he needed. After that, not one cat was "allowed" on the porch during Feny's watch. I started calling him the "Country Dog", because he fought for his "land" and won.