So your pit had cats and chickens as its gang homies?? I think you have to have to have a serious one on one talk about pit warrior ethos...
One of the cats was a fight-picking little bastard, despite being fixed. One time he was out in the middle of the street about half a block away, having a yowling face-off with a neighborhood tom. The dogs and I went out, and the dogs charged. The tom was facing us, and you could just tell he was waiting for my cat to cut and run first. He was closest to the dogs, after all. Nope. Finally, the tom had no choice but to run. As the dogs flew past him, my cat got up, and sauntered back home.