Hah. Not mine. They called him "Mr." Brian. When the neighbors had houseguests who brought their Rottweilers, the Rotties were fed out by the garage. Brian sashayed up to see what they had in their dish, and one of them chased him off. The neighbor went running after them, because he didn't want to have to tell me his friend's dogs ate my cat, but he said before he could catch up, the dog came running back the other way, with Brian in hot pursuit.
He had been declawed before I got him, so it was pure arrogance. He's been gone over five years now & I miss him every day.
:-) Great story. You know how cats take that blow-fish attitude when angry/scared. I can't imagine how big a Cooner looks when puffed up. Probably looks like an average-sized bear!