Perhaps it's 5 years of being confined to a balcony, but Pumpkin has become über-protective of the courtyard. The courtyard is his domain. He patrols its perimeter, leaping into action at the mere jingle of a dog collar. Woe betide any poor puppy that sticks its nose in through the fence holes: whompah! The local kittehs learned pretty quickly there was a new sheriff in town and stayed away. That, you could almost hear Pumpkin say as he cleaned his nails, Shere Khan-style, is how it should be.
I'm pretty sure he wasn't expecting what happened yesterday. I certainly wasn't. First came the strange plopping sound, a moment's silence, then a noise that explains why the word caterwauling was invented.
Here, as far as I can work out, is what happened: Matilda, the tiny, tiny, tiiiiiiiiiny Tonkinese kitten from upstairs, decided to make a break for it. But instead of landing on the tree near her balcony, she hit my garden umbrella (hence the plopping sound) and landed right near where Pumpkin was sleeping. By the time I got out there, she was on her back, all kitten teeth and claws, screaming and wailing as Pumpkin sniffed her.
Much more screaming and carrying on commenced when I tried to pick her up, so I buzzed her staff, who came and collected her. Meanwhile, Pumpkin & Kody were all "What the hell's the matter with that thing?" Luckily, Matilda was more scared than hurt, though I'm waiting for the next break-out attempt.
So, I believe, is Pumpkin, which might explain why he took to the bedroom for his afternoon nap: