EVERY DAY she has the Blues

Ever since one kitty has to stay in the basement any given time, our house has become much, much noisier. It goes almost 24/7  - with sleeping breaks in between.
They sound exactly like Chicca here - and we too feel very much reminded of Mr. B.B. King.

Fight Manual for Unusual Conditions

Some may wonder how two cats who are kept in separate rooms can still manage to break out into a vicious fight.
Well, it's rather easy! Let Idi demonstrate for you.
You get as close as you can to the door and go like this:

From the other side it looks something like this:

You then ask your opponent to do the same. Start fighting. Be nice and noisy with lots of squealing, hissing, and rumbling. The louder, the better!

Here's two samples of what you can accomplish in a matter of minutes:

This was extremely easy, especially since there were no additional barriers in place

This too was a breeze! The "barrier", if you want to call it that, was clearly unsuitable.

It doesn't take much practice either, it comes quite natural to you once you set your mind to it.

I’m Mad...and that’s a Fact!

I try and I try and I try - but they always seem to find ways to start another fight. This time they even included me, thank-you-very much!
Leave me out of this, YOU HEAR?

Reunion Attempts Tomb Raider Style

So a few nights ago I was alone at home and I thought to myself: why not give another reunion a try. Maybe they are not mad at each other anymore. Who's to know?
I made the necessary preparations which means filling up a spray bottle with water, and most importantly: having it handy!
I then carried Ida (which is her 'legal' name) while I ever so carefully opened the door to the room Flecki was in. Everything seemed to be going ok. No growling, no hissing, no signs of distress.
I gently and slowly let go of Idi who went straight for Flecki's food bowl. Flecki ran the other way, she seemed to want a bit of distance. I picked up the spray bottle,  just in case, and tracked Flecki down. Didn't want to leave her alone just then. Her body language conveyed nothing but fear which was quite unsettling to see. That was the moment Idi had finished eating. She spotted Flecki from across the hall way. I was standing between the two  - armed with the spray bottle.
I remember the scene that followed in slow motion: Idi got into position and started running. First slow. Then faster. Faster!!  Really, really fast!!! 
"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god...", I prayed that the spray bottle wouldn't fail me. I took a good aim, exhaled and shot: *PSH! PSSH!! PSSSHHH!!!* 

It worked right away. Idi did a sharp left turn into my office. I ran to slam the door shut. Had to sit down for a minute and breathe heavily.

It was a lot like Hollywood.