Last night there was an awful noise in the porch, like an orchestra of cats being massacared, but when I went out there were just two of our cats, Morag and Moritz, looking absolutely terrified. Morag has very long fur and her hackles were so far up that she looked like she'd been electrocuted, and Moritz ran inside, padded all over the tables and then jumped on top of a very high cupboard.
Then we noticed that the tables were covered in blood. Not just a little bit but lots of pools of blood. It wasn't Morag's blood, she was just terrified but not bleeding, so we figured it was Moritz but he wouldn't come down for hours. Turns out his back paws were both bleeding and his tail is also stiff with dried blood tonight.
Some time next week when my stepdad comes back from his holiday, he is going to talk to the woman who owns the tomcat who keeps beating up Moritz, because if she doesn't get him castrated by a vet I'll do it myself with a bucket and carving knife.