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Originally Posted by slayda
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.
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I just love a good attack cat.
