He chased the animal through the house, screaming as it clawed at the windows trying to escape. Then it went under the bed and didn't come out. We got ourselves together, turned on the lights, found a broom and prepared to deal with it, while Boot looked at us as if to say, 'Over to you,' and strolled away.
We opened the door out to the deck so we could chase it outside, pulled our rolled-up oriental rugs from under the bed, and finally faced the creature, who was cowering against the wall.
It was our other cat, Irving.
We think Irving must have brushed up against Boot in the dark, and Boot, who seems to be slipping into the early stages of elderly cat dementia, mistook him for an unknown animal and attacked.
It's funny now. At 5:00 a.m. -- not so much. Poor Irving.
Here's Boot at a better time in his life, enjoying a nap.

Oh poor Irving.
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Both must have been so scared.
Boot is a beautiful kitty. I'm sure he was just trying to help.
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