This week, Ringo has been leaving the den a lot and coming back smelling odd. I could tell that Furze could tell; they were always cleaning Ringo when she got back from her trips. Whenever I'd ask, Ringo and Furze would just dodge the question. But later on in the week, we woke up to Ringo and another cat snarling. Me and Sizzle watched as Furze flew out and tackled a red cat off of Ringo! Ringo was shaken and really spooked, so I ran out to see if she was okay. Furze and the red cat argued loudly, hissing and spitting, until Furze picked him up by his scruff and slammed him into the ground! I still couldn't really tell if he was dead or just knocked out. Either way, he stopped. Ringo and Furze began cleaning and treating each other's wounds before we set out. Other than that, I've been thinking. Up until recently, I was fine. I was okay with cats talking about me to each other, referring to me as things, but now I don't? I'm so confused, and I can't put my paw on it. I'll write more later.
WREN IS BA- oh there he goes There's a good view on Ringo's face! She covers her eye with her hair to stop cats looking at her and because it hurts when dust builds up around it :)
