Rudy, the cat, was staring at the BBQ Grill. It was odd. He didn't move or look at me when I came out on the deck to see what he was doing.
In hindsight I shouldn't have been so quick to get down on my knees to take a look at the underside of the Grill's side table. It could've been a critter - a mouse, a bat. Too cold for snakes, right?
I saw two pairs of eyes looking back at us, my own, and Rudy's. We were looking at our reflection. His ears were flat on his head and his tail huge and puffed-up, something he does when he's scared.
I smoothed his tail down and herded him into the garage before Buddy showed up and got involved. Who knows what he would have done, it could have turned into a brawl.