Meow!  Pffftt! RRowwlll! I could hear two cats screaming half a block away just before dawn.  Benny the marmalade ginger was at my elbow so I immediately wondered if it was YinYang, my 14 year old bandit-masked harlequin.  I ran out of the office in a flash to go outside and Benny ran right after me.  Entering the living room, I spy Yinnie sitting atop her box.  Too late, Benny runs across the room at her and, for a moment, everything went slow motion.  He stopped short, they bumped noses and did a quick mutual sniff of faces. Then he strolled over and hopped up on the couch to lie facing her.  She went back to sleep.   I see that even though YinYang is territorial and bitchy, making Benny run the gauntlet every time he comes in the house, deep down their first instinct after hearing the two cats fighting outside was each making sure the other was ok. What someone does in a crisis shows you who they are.  These guys will be fine.