Buster was outside.

Suddenly, I hear the "I will protect my food bowl to the death!"
yowling that happens when the big fluffy yellow cat shows up. Sure
enough, I look through the window, and see Big Fluffy outside, just
trying to approach the bowl.

Big Fluffy isn't yowling or threatening, or even being particularly
aggressive. Just hungry. Still, NONE of the local cats like him for
some reason. They all get really AWARE when he shows up.

Anyway, I really don't want a cat fight outside, and I really don't
want Buster to get into one, and I really don't know what kinds of
shots Big Fluffy may have had, so I open the door.

Buster literally swallows a yowl, looks up at me, and gives me a
half-hearted meow. I pick him up, and bring him in.

It was really quite funny - sort of like the tough kid being
baby-talked by his mother, in the middle of a fight.

Buster did go right to his indoor food bowl to chow down, while I went
outside to give a little food to Big Fluffy (who still won"t let me
touch him...).

And once again, all is well in feralville.

Hugs and Purrs,
Mark