Sunday morning I woke up to the sound of cats. Fighting. In our back yard. I had to go break up the brawl. Actually, it was more of a stare-down when I finally convinced myself that they weren't going to quit on their own, so I dragged myself out of bed. My plan was to sneak outside and spray them with the hose. The plan failed... opening the back door is hard to do quietly. One of the cats ran off, while the other stayed put. I slowly approached the remaining cat, and after a small pat on it's head (I was trying to see if it was injured), it backed away from me and hissed. So I left it alone, went back to the hose, and sprayed him until he ran into the neighbor's yard. No hissing at me in my yard... especially after waking me up!