I'm thankful it was my brofur Junior fighting with Sammy this morning and not me! I try to steer clear of fights since I don't have front claws. When Meowm heard all the racket she flew out of bed faster than I have ever seen her move! Of course by the time she hit the living room (which isn't far, our home is only 551 square feet) they had quit fighting. Meowm chastised Sammy, and checked Junior over for bites. None that she could find, but there was a spot about the size of a nickel where Junior had lost fur. Well, he lost more than that, but that seems to be the biggest spot. Meowm doctored it up a bit since the skin was broken from having that big of a chunk pulled out, then gave him some lovin's. Once she had calmed down, and Junior had calmed down, she went back to Sammy. She had a good talk with him, and got him settled down. Everycat went to their corners, including me, and Meowm got on about the business of her morning, feeding us and such. At one point in time, Junior started stalking back over to Sammy. Meowm put a stop to that right quick. I hope they behave themselves today, and I know Meowm does too. She says as soon as she can she is getting a bigger cat tree, and is going to double check on some of that shelving for the walls, if she can find space to put them up.
We would appreciate some purrs for peace in our household. Meowm and I certainly don't want anymore fighting, we aren't too sure about Junior and Sammy right now.