You Shall Not Pass
At least, that’s how I translate the yowls I heard from Her Ladyship this morning.
When I looked out of the window, lo and behold—there she was, fending off an intruder, who turned out to be Mr. Neighborcat:
You don’t mess with Her Ladyship. Eventually, Mr. Neighborcat backed down.
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