TurboK9
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So last night, the wifey lets Harley out into the backyard. Since he usually bolts out the door and runs around the yard at high speed like an idiot, she thought nothing of his bolting into the yard, and shuts the door. A few moments later, we hear a cat 'yowl' and a simultaneous yipe. I look out to see him facing off with a large (for a cat) medium hair grey / brown tabby.
Harley's posture and focus says "I'm SO going to kill this cat".... Just as he lunges forward, I call him, his head swivels toward me, and the stupid cat, given a second of precious "Run for it!", just stands there. He looks back to the cat, I see his haunches tense to spring, cat is a foofy ball of angry hunched up fur.... "Harley! Come!" This time he turns his entire body and dances a few steps toward me before returning attention to the cat. STILL the cat hasn't moved.
Harley charges. I call him a third time. Mouth open, inch long teeth 'clack' on air as he again turns toward my call, this time coming all the way to the door. As he moves inside, I see the cat finally make a run for the fence...
Harley's nose is bloodied. I don't know if he had gotten hold of the cat or not before I went to the door. Stupid cat.
So, if anyone owns a pretty dang stupid grey and brown tabby, medium hair, and lives anywhere close to the CRE maintenance facility / stables / Rio Grande, please consider having a chat with your cat about the dangers of dogs and yards that smell like dogs. I know Harley would love it, but I don't need a cat ass trophy in my home, and next time, it may not get a swipe in in time for me to stop Harley.
And please, no 'be nice to cats' lectures. It's Harley's yard. Trespassing cats can expect to be persecuted.
Thanks!
Harley's posture and focus says "I'm SO going to kill this cat".... Just as he lunges forward, I call him, his head swivels toward me, and the stupid cat, given a second of precious "Run for it!", just stands there. He looks back to the cat, I see his haunches tense to spring, cat is a foofy ball of angry hunched up fur.... "Harley! Come!" This time he turns his entire body and dances a few steps toward me before returning attention to the cat. STILL the cat hasn't moved.
Harley charges. I call him a third time. Mouth open, inch long teeth 'clack' on air as he again turns toward my call, this time coming all the way to the door. As he moves inside, I see the cat finally make a run for the fence...
Harley's nose is bloodied. I don't know if he had gotten hold of the cat or not before I went to the door. Stupid cat.
So, if anyone owns a pretty dang stupid grey and brown tabby, medium hair, and lives anywhere close to the CRE maintenance facility / stables / Rio Grande, please consider having a chat with your cat about the dangers of dogs and yards that smell like dogs. I know Harley would love it, but I don't need a cat ass trophy in my home, and next time, it may not get a swipe in in time for me to stop Harley.
And please, no 'be nice to cats' lectures. It's Harley's yard. Trespassing cats can expect to be persecuted.
Thanks!
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