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Originally Posted by RickyMaveety
Actually, Abu's post (which as I pointed out is grossly in error) made me think of something that happened in my old neighborhood. The people living right next door to us had a poodle. We had a cat .... a big ol' orange tabby male that took no guff from anyone. He OWNED that neighborhoodl.
He and the poodle were really good friends and you would see them together in the poodle's yard just taking in the sun. Then, people who had a doberman moved in on the other side of the poodle. And, eventually, there came a day when the poodle got through the fence and into the doberman's yard.
It was at that point that the doberman attacked the poodle and began to make a bloody pulp of him. Super cat to the rescue. Out old tabby took on that doberman .... you never saw a faster moving set of teeth and claws ... I ended up running over there simply because I could hear both dogs and my cat screaming at the top of their lungs.
As soon as my cat had the doberman cornered, I was able to get in there, grab the poodle and take him to the vet. The doberman's owners were smart enough not to complain about the damage that was done to their dog.
Cats not loyal?? Guess again.  |
Growing up, we had a cat named Thistle. She was the matriarch of the place. She allowed no dogs (or tom cats) on the place. All the females (including her) had to find their romance somewhere else. One time she chased two large dogs out of our barn. One ran ahead but she was riding the slower one's head, three sets of claws dug in to its head and the other raking its nose. As they ran by, she hopped off with a "See how good I am." look. As you can see, she earned the name Thistle.