And then. Theo spotted another. He was huge and covered in shaggy, dark fur. He was in the next yard and he was staring right at Theo. Theo arched, puffed, and stood his ground. The great expanse of fluffy grass with bugs and smells and joy was his and he was not going to let some brute beast (presumably with terrible breath) intrude.
Theo and the big beast bristled and stared. When the beast could wait no longer, he bounded towards the small orange cat. Theo, full of instinct and thrill, suddenly found himself in a precarious new situation.
Lars didn't want to take his chances on the ground either and quickly followed suit, finding shelter nearby.
The beast's human came outside and apologized. We quickly dismissed the apologies, chuckling at the predicament. The boys cried while we waved and snapped pictures. The first time chased up a tree by a dog deserves to be documented, of course.
When the offending threat was back inside, Lars was the first to head south.
Theo needed some more coaxing.
And then, just like that, both boys were back on the ground and the area was reclaimed.
All without a firetruck ladder and daring rescue. We'll save that for another adventure.