She had disconnected the doorbell within hours of moving into her house. Most people would push the button and wait and eventually after repeated attempts to ring the bell they would give up and go away. It was only the most determined that would knock or pound on her door if she didn’t respond to their ringing the defunct doorbell. She held her breath and sat motionless watching the camera feed as the scrawny disheveled man pounded on the door. He looked dangerous. He was a stranger to her. She reluctantly dialed the police. She knew that doing so would set into motion unpleasant interactions but Mister had never been wrong.
Her eyes were focused on the time displayed on the cell phone sitting on the arm of the sofa. He had been pounding for three minutes when it went quiet. Mister was not a small cat and with his tail in full fright fluff and the hair along his back standing up in a sharp ridge he looked imposing. He crept toward the entry way and disappeared from her sight. Straining to hear any unusual sounds, she remained on the sofa, feet tucked up and wrapped in her fleece throw. There was nothing to fear. No scraping or knocking sounds were coming from the front door. As she began to relax, she considered moving to the front room and peeking through the blinds to see if the man had left. Maybe UPS or FedEx had delivering her Amazon purchase and the man was a package thief and had gone. Just as her foot touched the floor, a primal scream pierced the air. It was the sound of a cat in a red rage launching itself toward an adversary. She froze in terror as a slight and wiry man stumbled backward into the room from the hallway. Mister had sunk his claws into the man’s shoulders and neck and was repeatedly biting his face all the while growling and shrieking. The worn tee shirt was in shreds from Mister’s back claws raking down the intruder’s back. Blood was streaming from the wounds, soaking the fabric that remained. The sound coming from Mister was so loud that it nearly drowned out the intruder’s grunts and cursing.
Yes, episode 5 shows us the result of tangling with a territorial cat. As you can imagine Mister’s mistress’ relaxing weekend has taken a wrong turn. She is soon to be so far out of her comfort zone that she may never get back to that zip code!