Turf War!

Lizzie here! It is no longer a turf challenge, but an all out turf war! I recently discovered the Mistress has been feeding the newbie cat at night secretly, to make sure we don't eat it. No wonder that fuzzball has been sticking around so close! I seem to be the only one immune to it's charms, other than Huey, who doesn't count since she never goes outside the office anymore and so hasn't met the intruder. The past few days I've done my best to run it off. One day I decided to sneak up on it and scream at it, but right as I was about to let out my best, loudest scream, it whipped around to face me and screamed at ME! Before I knew what was what, I was across the yard. That was a miserable fail, but I didn't give up. My next plan was to trick a neighborhood dog into coming over and scaring it away. None of them were loose, so I never got to try that one. One day Tipsy was playing with it, so I figured I'd capitalize on Tipsy's paranoia and sound the alarm so Tipsy would run for cover, abandoning the confused newcomer. Tipsy just ignored me, too wrapped up in playing to even pay attention. Tipsy never ignores stuff like that, so I don't understand what went wrong with that plan. I even tried to turn Molly against it by stealing his freshly caught mouse while he was sleeping and putting it near one of the other cat's frequent hang outs. What did Molly do? Shrugged his furry shoulders and went to find another! I don't understand these cats! I don't get why the Mistress is encouraging it to stay! What is it about this cat that is so attractive to others?! Ugh, I'm getting my fur all rumpled over it. I'm not done, though. I have other plans. That cat is going to leave! I'm going to go see if I can put one of my plans into motion right now. Later!