poor slinky

I went off to the Christmas karaoke (it's a very long story) with Mrs McMuffin leaving little Slinky to enjoy the evening in peace. I came home a couple of hours later, leaving Mrs McMuffin to sing her heart out, and I found Slinky in a Mexican stand-off with another cat in our hallway. God knows how long they had been stood there, but they could have been staring each other out for the last three hours for all I know, but neither are telling. When I walked in the front door, the other cat blinked and Slinky was on him in a flash, slashing and tearing. Fortunately, the other cat was able to make a break for it, back out through the cat flap. It was all very exciting. Slinky was so wound up by the experience that when I stroked him, he acted like his usual self, enjoying the fuss, but then, as if he couldn't quite control himself, he let out a little hiss. It wasn't really directed at me, more just into the air. Poor Slinky has not been able to settle since. After he had ripped some more paper, he has wandered the house wailing for the last couple of hours. He slid under the TV at one point and gave the wall a good spray. Fortunately, Mrs McMuffin cleaned it up. It was fun watching her trying to get under the TV to wipe the wall. I wish I'd had the camera handy. Slinky has even shit in the bathroom because he is too scared to go outside. I must admit his pooing in the bathroom is quite cute. He has a poo alongside the toilet. It's almost as if he knows what it is for. I just don't think I could bear a repeat of the terrible time we suffered a couple of years ago when Ra was trying to worm his way into our affections. By the way, this is a new cat. A big tabby tom cat that I haven't seen before. I just don't get how the cats round here behave. They just ignore all of each others signals and blithely go into each other's houses. I guess it must be a male thing.