Poor Oreo

Poor Oreo got rolled in a cat fight a couple of nights ago. She woke us up a couple of hours after we went to bed, meowing that she had to go out. Of course, she wouldn't come right back in, so we went back to sleep. A couple of hours later, we heard a scrap out there. She came back in, but she had been rolled. It happens pretty infrequently, but it's usually our neighbor's cat who comes over from a quarter-mile away, looking to scrap with Sadie or Oreo. Poor Oreo got beaten up just defending her turf. Hey neighbor - how about keeping your cat at home? Our cats never come over there. Oreo will get better, but for now she's just soaking up the warmth in front of the stove, resting her sore old bones.