That's the kind of fight I'd like to be able to break up! My husband was in the laundry room (ZsaZsa's realm; she eats there, and can come and go as she pleases through the cat flap in the window) yesterday, and didn't close the door properly, so naturally Jamie opened the door, saw ZsaZsa, and launched an attack. My hands look like mincemeat. I grabbed a towel and threw it over them, but actually had to pry Jamie's jaws apart to get him to release her. Robert had to take ZsaZsa to the vet for antibiotics - it was his fault, so no way was I going to do it. It was stinking hot yesterday, so common sense should have told him that she'd come indoors, and that the door had to be closed all the way. He's much too careless sometimes. Now he's complaining about the cost of a visit to the emergency vet, and having to give shots for the next couple of days, but I really can't sympathize. I'd welcome a few hisses and swats, but that's not the way Jamie operates with other cats.