"That's a cat that's been around dogs before and knows how to handle them."
I had a little (10#) black & white tuxedo cat which I picked up while living in an apartment. The goofy woman downstairs would let her 2 beagles out every morning to do their business, usually in the breezeway, and they'd back my tuxedo guy into a corner. Their first mistake of the day, every day. He'd kung fu kitty nail them both on the nose and saunter off like the king of the complex (which he was).
He became a housecat when we bought the house, and died a couple of years ago at about 15. I still miss the little devil.
"He'd kung fu kitty nail them both on the nose and saunter off like the king of the complex (which he was)."
Great story! Your cat definitely had the how-to-handle-the-dog-thing down cold.
Once knew a cat who ran the lives of two large full grown, male German shepards. He not only bopped them when they got in his way, he also liked to decide when they were allowed to eat. Risky business. You'd think it wouldn't have worked. It did.
