Oscar vs. Mr. Orange, Part VIII

While sitting up on my bed fully-engaged in playing WSOP Texas Hold'em Poker I heard hissing and yowling coming from the bedroom window where Oscar was sitting on the windowsill. I looked up and saw that his arch nemesis, Mr. Orange, had returned after a three week absence, or ever since I had trapped him on the opposite balcony and threw a glass of water at him. This encounter at 1:10 a.m. Monday morning didn't last long, about ten seconds, because once Mr. Orange spotted me with my smart phone camera pointed at him he turned and walked back down the stairs. After tossing water at him he fears me so he scats off quickly. But it was good to see him again. I was getting worried about Mr. Orange so I'm glad he's still around causing havoc for the cats living in this condo.