Attack of the smelly cats

Something has to be done about the local Wisteria Wars, Revenge of the Possum. Arnold, opossumus germanicus austriabodicus, has been busy defending the realm against the feral cats he ran off back a few months ago. Apparently they are tired of living in the trees and have plotted some type of counterstrike. Almost every night there's a hissy fight going on beneath the oak tree in the front yard. The noise does wake one, but the cats are not using the yard as a litter box anymore. They never have time due to the possum patrol.

There's a tortoise shell cat, a huge calico, a yellow catzilla lookin' monster, and a white cat with some black patches that I think is the leader of the pack. After each trying to regain territory on their own they have combined efforts and still can't make headway. Lately, other cats have been spotted. Wonder if these crazy felines know that Arnold is in cahoots with the Italian Possums, opossumus clamsaucesicus berettamus, that almost turned that Ford Escort over? Arnold is definitely their field marshall.

Arnold is such a fighter it has brought a shocking question to mind; is it possible that Arnold is an Arnetta? Yep, could be he is a she! Those fighting skills are scary. A gender search? Nah! Fear will stop me from getting close enough to find out. . .

"Of all the things I've lost, I miss my mind the most."
-Mark Twain