The main cat person bullies in the neighbourhood are a Ginger Tom (what a stereotype!) and a Tabby female who must have been spayed as I don’t find her the least bit attractive and object to her sneaking into my territory when I’m not looking. I have a nick in my right ear where the Ginger Bully attacked me when I was little. Too bad that my Carers like a bit of a garden for growing bee and butterfly friendly flowers and all their Carers like is paved patios for summer cocktail parties. So I have the only scratching dirt-patch in the entire row, and it takes all my energy to defend it.