[expat2]

Reminds me of a kitten Toby. When he was still small enough to lie in one of my hands, he was with us in the yard. Some friends had brought their Yorky dog. Toby was very alert, of course, but interested and apparently confident he could handle one small dog. However, then a neighbor's dog also came over, and Toby quickly jumped up onto a fork in a tree watching the dogs and facing away from me.

At that point, I felt I should save him, and came up behind him and picked him up with both hands. He immediately spun around in my hands to face me and was in full spitting-fire attack mode ready to rip my face off or die trying. It was a fearsome little killing-machine, but he quickly realized I was OK and I carried him back into the house out of danger.

I will never forget that fierce little face.

[Twinkie]

I’ve caught a few of my cats over the years looking at me as if to say, “I wish I were about ten times bigger than I am. If I were, I’d dispatch you like you were a rabbit!” - Bless little Toby!