A horrendous, horrible and terrible hissing and screeching erupted from the front screen door. It was enough to make your heart jump right up into your throat. It was the fluffier of our two marmalade cats, Zoe. The neighbour's cat, Tigger, had wandered saucily up our pathway to taunt our younger girls. His little round feline face gazed boldly through the screen. I stomped toward the door and Tigger turned tail.
Me: Tigger! Go home! Git!
The boy came around from the living and slammed the storm door closed with authority as Tigger dashed back down the path.
Boy: Yes! Go home Tigger! And stop freakin' out!
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