Inching backwards, Misha took up his position. With eyes clearly focused upon his opponent, he arched his back and dug in his claws. Slowly sidling forward, threatening to spring, this interloper meant to stake his claim.
Was Juneau going to take up the challenge and protect his territory…his favorite perch, the attention he so craved, his buddy Mocha? So much to lose. Would he, could he, be victorious?
Though pound for pound they were well-matched, in size and bulk Misha excelled. Compact by comparison, Juneau might succumb.
How could they know, unless they went at it.
Time out! Dinner’s served!!!