It was a beautiful early autumn morning when Phil found himself trying to catch the colorful leaves that were descending gracefully to the ground. He felt like a kitten again. Jumping up high, swatting leaves with his paws, tail swinging frantically from side to side, then he heard a painful yelping sound behind him.

He quickly glanced back and saw the evil female cat from his third house moaning and whining. Wanting nothing to do with her and her malovent ways he quickly ran and jumped his way back to his swing. He pumped his paws on the soft cushion until he felt it was comfy enough for him to curl up and take a little nap. Within seconds he was sound asleep. He didn't notice that the black cat had followed him and was staring at him intently.

"YEOOOWWWWW!!!!!!!"

Phil's fur stood up like spikes all over his body, his tail was poofed out three times its usual size, and his ears laid back against his head. He looked down from his perch on the swing and there was his enemy staring back at him. He started to growl and she started to hiss. Suddenly the patio doors swung open and the nice lady had a broom and was aiming it at the black cat.

"Shoo! Leave my friend alone!"

The black cat gave one last evil look and a hiss and then took off over the fence. Phil's fur still stood on end but knowing the nice lady was there helped calm him down. As soon as all his fur laid down and his tail lost the super fuzz factor the lady sat down on the swing beside him and petted him and soothed him. He crawled into her lap and started purring.