So there I was yesterday, schmoozing with my mistress in her bedroom, when in walks the house guest (HG) carrying this intruder. My god! He's still here. I had hoped my nose was deceiving me.
He spat! Viciously.
I spat! Just as vicious.
We were separated, and he went back to the guest room. I sniffed at the door with a ferocious big tail. Then I was able to calm myself and go downstairs. I overheard that he, too, had calmed himself. So this event was not as stressful as prior ones, when my fear made me go ballistic.
I suspect he's been eating my food and using the litter box, a cat's most private place. What have things come to? I think I'll retreat to my basement. My mistress is always solicitous of me when I'm in a funk.