Stand Off With Big Tails

Had a German title for this which was "Katzenkampf am In-Ordnung Viehhof" which is almost Catfight at the OK Corral.  But there wasn't any actual fighting.  Just a lot of very intense staring and a bit of tail swishing.

Moot got more of a feel for being out once this was over (sometimes your evening meal takes precedence over who owns what garden).  He went out again and disappeared into a neighbour's garden.  Came back some 30 minutes later - not that I was timing him... much, and then disappeared into another garden.

He's getting braver.

I fully expect to come home one day to find him and his mates to sitting around in the living room, smoking fags and drinking beer.  And G will tell me she tried to talk to him but that he won't listen to her...