Real mean hiss-machine

This picture was taken last fall, but Matte thought it appropriate for the story I'm about to tell. We were out walking, Matte and I. I stopped by the kolkwitzia, and Matte stood by my side. We waited there for a long time and Matte was getting a bit restless. That's when I got up, stared out in the street and made sure Matte understood I wanted to go out there. Matte then saw her too (humans are a bit thick at times). Missan, my enemy. Missan finally gave up the staring contest and decided to go home. I let her go with the meanest hissing and growling noises Matte had ever heard. Yeah, I'm a real mean hiss-machine. I'm bad, I'm bad, you know it, I'm bad...