Devi Larsen, from Edmonton, Alberta, Canada, recently had an unusual encounter. Devi has a cat named Loki who enjoys being outside, and one day she heard a commotion outside. When she stepped outside, she discovered a clone of her cat and Loki staring at each other, their eyes filled with hatred.
Chaos erupted while Devi was attempting to figure out what to do.
“I heard them shouting at each other so I raced upstairs to discover two of the same cat staring each other down,” Devi told that in a condensed version of the story. It was complete confusion because I had no idea which one belonged to me. In retrospect, I should have just doused them with water to stop it, but I was in the moment and did the best I could! It all went downhill once I discovered out who was who. Also, I forgot I was putting fatness Loki in my house when I finally managed to separate them, and he whacked my dog who was only trying to see if he was okay.”
Thankfully, Loki was unharmed; however, Devi was unable to check on the other cat because it had fled as soon as it could.
Devi’s whole story can be seen here: “I made a mistake today by leaving my cat outside. First, a little backstory about my chubby feline. He’s a ‘indoor’ cat who tries to get outside whenever possible. I didn’t want him to be an outside cat, but we came to an agreement, and he now lives outside. I used to let him on a long leash with an easy break collar, but he’s since found out that he’s big enough to jump off anything and it’ll break easily. I then switched to a harness, which he quickly realized he could get out of by simply backing up. Now I’ve got it on so tight that he can’t get it off (don’t worry, gentle souls, I can still get my fingers through it).”
“Anyway, while I was working downstairs, I figured I’d be polite and let him out for a little. I’m on the phone with a customer who won’t stop asking questions when I hear sheer death cries coming from my yard. I’m attempting to get rid of my customer so that I can get to my cat and figure out what he’s up to. My consumer keeps saying things that he should have spoken a long time ago and that are no longer relevant. So I’m like, ‘OK, yeah, trying to get rid of him, but he’s also terrified since he can hear the horror show playing in the background.”
“Finally, I get off the line and sprint upstairs, believing my cat had crossed the gate and was now dangling from the line (I always keep it shorter than the distance to the fence, but figured he’d frick me over again).”
“I instantly realize I was entirely mistaken, and I suspect I’m either hallucinating or there’s another whale of a cat with the same appearance as mine.
I take a fast photo in case this cat runs away, and I’ll post it online to try to track down his owner.
I can’t tell who’s who since they’re both so obese and puffing out like there’s no tomorrow. Because my cat is wearing his leash, I believed I’d be able to tell them different. Nope. He’s managed to Houdini his way out of the harness yet again, so I now have two heathens howling at each other, and I have no idea which one is mine.”
“I finally notice the other cat is wearing a black harness, so I take it and try to restrain my cat. He launches himself faster than this jiggly beast has ever moved in his life before I can react. He slams into the other cat, and they slap together like peanut butter and jelly.”
“I easily separate them, and I pick up my cat while holding the other one in a harness so I can inspect for wounds when I bring my inside. That was a huge blunder. This cat jumps up onto my leg and scratches my hand. Meanwhile, my cat is attempting to destroy the other cat while simultaneously attacking me.”
“As I bring my cat inside, the other blubbering beast tries to get over the fence. But he’s so quick that he leaps and slides down the barrier like a cartoon character in slow motion. I’m attempting to catch him, but he’s a pretty quick Snorlax. I return inside to get some snacks to tempt him, but he’s already gone, and I only had a 15-minute break at work.”
“I wanted to check on him to make sure he was okay, but I didn’t have time to do so. I’ve put some food out for him in the hopes that he’ll return. I imagine he’s traumatized, but a man of his stature needs to keep his calories up.”
“My hand is a little swelled now, and it aches to move.”
Many individuals expressed concern for her hand and recommended the owner to seek medical attention.
“Just got back from physicians, got a tetanus shot and some meds, thank you, everyone!” she wrote later regarding her wound.
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