A Female Cat Celebrating New Year

The human had all the signs to leave the backyard, on top he decided to stay, not handing much attention to the incident, to the strange noises. He enjoyed his coffee and minded his laptop. It is toleration. It is peace and the love under the unhealthy sunshine. It would always feel guilty to interrupt the making of love between two little creatures with loud noises.
Yesterday afternoon, a clowder rapists attacked a white grey female cat. An almost orange rapist, a mostly black little white rapist, and a devilish grey rapist. The poor cat, clean and charming, was leaning against a wall while the rapists were lining. The mostly black in the front focusing all his attention on the female target, the other two were at the back, one glowers from time to time, fearless of becoming the wrong target. It was noticeable as they were waiting for her to leave the backyard since it has been around two months, almost tabby, living at the house, protected, with the company of an aged, almost orange, dog.
From time to time, the crew groan annoyingly, probably announcing their NEVER GIVING UP standpoint. Sometimes a human being will step in and vent his frustration, as a result of the annoying groaning, with the aid of the male dog, on the rapists and the female stuck around, knowing she was not the guilty. The fellas would vanish rapidly, one climbing a wall, the other two drifting through the door.
The squad comes back again and again up to the evening. Humans are inside due to the cold weather, and the female did what she wanted, remained outside, otherwise she’d have done the impossible to get in the house before anything serious takes place.
The groaning was getting mean every once in a while, indicating the approaching of a war, sooner or later. The last time the human gave a hand was a couple of hours before he laid in bed, then everything was submitted to the hands of destiny.  
The next morning, the human wakes up with the same old habits, a cup of coffee and a chair at the backyard- facing the unhealthy winter sunshine and thinking about the unknown. It was late morning, at a sudden, the cat gets in the backyard unnoticed by the busy human. She blared, as for the human to be aware of what’s coming. The cat was dirty, dusty and her fur was messed up. It’s beyond question that the poor female had a tug war with the three male rapists all night long, yet the human wouldn’t worry that much about it, for it’s destiny, nature, and chiefly her decision.  
As soon as the human decided to go back to his dilemma, the mostly black little white rapist appeared down a tree, he looked mean and didn’t worry about the target because he was glowering at the human.
“What the f*ck are you looking at?” Screamed the human.
The black male was not altered by the human's gestures, perhaps he thought the female was too close to him that he’s ought to compete this huge creature at the end.
“Stop giving me that sincere look, I’m not sexually aroused” added the huge creature before he goes back to his dilemma.
The rapist finally had a thought, he stood up, shakes his body then took confident steps towards the target, like a bigwig, ignoring the human, whilst the queen was licking some parts of her body. Meanwhile, this incident grabbed the human’s attention so he decided to follow. Apparently, the male rapist tossed his body a foot away from the female; he didn’t face her.  
A couple of minutes went by and the female decided to take a walk around, followed by the hero who finally lost it all, too long delay it seemed.
In a blink of an eye, the rapist jumped over the target’s neck, colliding it to the ground, and forcibly stirring his perfect body over hers. The female is prostrated and sometimes wails. For now, the human is not believing that this is really happening in his presence, a disrespect this is. Stirring, the rapist would give the human a veer look that carried a bunch of meanings.
“Whoa! Whoa! Easy boy” altered the human.  
The mostly black male no longer a rapist, a protagonist instead, a hero indeed. He defeated two strong rapists though he appears clean as if he has never been through a fight, yet regarding what kind of a fight it was, maybe it was a pride test. It’s still a mystery whether or not he made any efforts to win the female. It is still vague whether the female was raped by the other antagonists and Mr. Mostly Black is just taking benefits on the poor female target, tired she appears!
These questions and more were ambiguous till Mr. Grey rapist appeared around 1 PM, the moment Mr. Protagonist seen him is the moment he headed towards him, proudly a hero, with a tick character denouncing no fear but strong will to defeat anyone, as if he was saying ‘YES, We had sex three times now’. Therefore, Mr. Grey, in fear, run away.
It is maybe solved that the mostly black male rapist, yet a champ, is the bigwig. Further notice is needed to acknowledge the unstoppable love making operations he’s forcing on the poor female. A disaster it is.