I know why the stray cat howls...

There are few things in life I hate worse that getting woke up 10 minutes before the alarm goes off. Today is one of those days. There is a stray cat and  my cat. Both out for the night. Both battling for a prime spot on the porch rail. I heard the screeching. I knew what it was. I didn't care but it was so damn loud. Lucky for me, the spot they were battling for is just outside my open bedroom window. *groan* I get up and go open the front door. I'm sooooo pissed at these cats. I fling the front door open and the cats are still howling. I flip on the porch light and the cats are... having cat sex. Not fighting. Night brawling in a fur flying frenzy. Cat sex. As soon as I turned on the light, our cat and clear instigator of the howling, looks up at me and he does not look happy. The stray runs off and I have effectively cock blocked our otherwise fat, lazy, motionless cat. I open the screen door, the cat walks in and looks at me like I owe him money. Moral of the story: I hate getting fucking woke up 10 minutes before the alarm goes off.