Thomas, a.k.a. “Fuzzball” a.k.a. “Speedbump”, likes to survey his domain from the window.
There he can keep an eye on vagrant crows, squirrels and other neighbors without dealing with cold, rain and snow. When the weather warms up he’ll occasionally ask to take a stroll outside where he likes to hide in the shrubs and scare hapless birds.
He was on the step the other day ready to come in for an evening snack when Jet, his rival from down the street arrived on his turf.
Thomas: Go home, pretty boy, go home you yellow bellied chicken!
Jet: Who are you calling chicken?
Thomas: I’m calling you chicken,
big, tough, buddy boy. Afraid of getting close?
Jet: Oh, yeah? Come and get me you waste of fur. Afraid to slug it out?
Then Thomas puffed himself up and Jet could see his rival had the size advantage,
probably unaware that it was mostly fuzz and flab.
Jet slowly, slowly, slowly crawled under the car.
Thomas was going to wait him out,
but a noise down the street distracted them both.
Jet streaked for home and Thomas hurried to the step
to see what all the racket was about.
Koda, the terrier from two houses over was coming to join the rumble.
He wasn’t brave enough to join in the fight...
but he threw in a few of his own taunts.
Koda’s owner came and collected him and things quieted down.
Thomas decided he’d sent the rabble packing and returned to surveying his realm.