Lillycat

At about 8:00 Saturday morning, I heard a dreadful "yowl" from the basement. It was Sasha's really, really mad yowl. Like, "I'm in the carrier and you are taking me to the vet and I'm just going to die and take you with me" yowl.

I go downstairs to see what is the matter, and nose-to-nose, with only a pane of window glass between them, is Sasha and a very agitated calico kitty.

Sasha was digging at the window glass with her paws, and calli was hissing away. In a way, it was good to know that a cat other than Coco dislikes Sasha as well. I was beginning to think Coco was just weird(er).

On Sunday, Calli was on the deck again. I had learned her name was Lilly, her home was actually a few doors down from ours and, for the most part, she stayed on the deck of her own house. But for some reason, she decided to start visiting us this weekend. I went outside to give her a head scratchy, and she was super-friendly and all over me, rolling and lushing up every second of attention.

Ozzy and Sasha were not amused.