The other one lost a fight with a dead mouse. Th tabby had killed it. Ginger tossed it about a bit, it landed on a windowsill and slid down it until if fell off and landed on the ginger's back. He lept a foot in the air in a panic and dash d to hide under the shed for an hour.
And the third sat outside the back door (and not in the little shelter with blankets we put out there while we were at th shops) until he had half an inch of snow on his head. Dipshit.