A near Catastrophe

We live in a neighborhood of cats. In out town house of eight tennants 4 out of 6 have them. On the streets at night you can hear them mate, fight and roam for food (dead pidgeons). Kate's cat is an old scrapper, he used to rule our old neighborhood with an alluminum fist. Last night in a bout of insomnia I heard a mating call and looked out the window, it was Alloy and some lady cat getting all rubbaliscious and meowlly. Thats fine, he has no reproductive material. About 10 minutes latter I hear more than just the sound of love, its a feline domestic disturbance call. I run down stairs in time to see a good cat fight. A cat fight pretty much amounts to a cat with his eyes closed and head back giving claws open downward left jabs over and over while the other cat does the same thing. I have to chase Alloy to get him back because he took off after the wench cat through all the portuguese gardens (whose owners are just waiting for the chance to poison all the neighborhood cats). When I cought him he had a mouth full of fur, a wet neck and some blood above his eye from a previous wound re-opened. Not bad for a cat that only has 5 teeth left. Im not sure why I wrote anything about Alloy, I slept about 2 hours if that last night, might have something to do with it.

The game of the day is to find a pun I secretly put somewhere in this article. You have 23 hours. Go.