Sparky the Spare Cat has, with the onset of really cold weather (we had frost last night!), become more aggressive about dashing into the warm, warm house.
Putting in the wood floors, he found his way inside SEVERAL times, oh happy cat!
One of these ingressions (transgressions?) he came face to face with Pico (our giant, yet tiny in our hearts, cat) and Pico marched him RIGHT the heck right out the door. Yup.
Tonight, he dashed between the door and my feet as I staggered in with a handful of groceries, ran right up to Pico (his sworn nemesis; well, at least Pico swears a lot), and licked him on the head.
Pico was all kinds of confused. Ummm, hey, get out of here? Meow? Ummm... he licked my head!
By the time Pico came to his senses I had scooped sparky up and trundled him back to the cold, cold garage. Poor little guy. I put food down for him and scritched him a bit and then left him there in the cold and dark, to wait for the bandits to show up and steal the remains of his dinner.