We decided the new cat would be our "barn" cat. We told ourselves if it wanted to live here it must fend for itself. We set it up with a cozy bed in our outbuilding, behind the wood pile where it would be safe, gave it water and that was that.
Only after we fed Hobo did we notice the "botton" on its rear end. Hobo was a HE and if HE was going to live here, HE was going to need to be fixed. So off to the Vet we went with "our" new cat, to make HIM an IT.
...and there was such a ruckus - the likes of which I've never heard as the two entered into a horrible cat fight. Running from the kitchen I yelled at the two felines without any success. I called on Hank, telling him to break the fight up. The scuffle flew through the pet door and out into the garage. I opened the door and sent Hank out after the two to break it up. Truly, if it wasn't for Hank's assistance I believe the two would have fought to the death.