Great Battle

It all started innocently enough. We let the cats out. Then, someone let the dogs out. Who let the dogs out? I don't know, but probably our neighbor, who owns the dogs.

This guy was the attack cat. He and Orange Julia would occasionally rush at the dog, which apparently came as a surprise to the dog, who would cower and run away. And then come back.

This one mostly just ran away.

Annie guarded the base.

When Annie was on patrol, she substituted out for this smaller sentry.

This butterfly did not enter the fray. It just stayed away from the fighting, and minded its own business.