Well, take it from me my cats have balls! And considering they have all been neutered that is saying something.
As you know we have now got a new internet rescue English Setter called Gassi. He is a lovable loon but does insist on chasing the cats and as we know, nothing makes a hunting dog crazier than prey moving fast in the opposite direction.
Enter Misha, the semi feral cat that we have adopted. That's her in the photo with her sister and kittens. A quick sum up of her history – she is about three years old. Two years ago, after she had been coming into our garden, very shyly, for a few months, I found her sitting in the middle of the road having just been hit by a car. The car didn't stop of course. I did, bundled her up in the back and kept talking to her to hold on while I dashed to the vet. He was closed, I went to another vet, that was closed too so I hightailed it back to the original vet who I had called on my mobile in the interim. Priding myself (oh vanity!) on my way with animals and my close up and personal knowledge of this little white and injured creature in particular, I reached into the car to take her while the vet held the catcage. All hell broke loose! She bit and scratched me on both arms and hands, but I kept hold and we got her in the box. She needed surgery to repair a hole in her cheek and a badly cut tongue. I too needed medical help, two visits to the hospital and I now only have limited use of my left hand. Anyway, Misha is still with us and she has developed a pretty good relationship with the original dogs, chasing them on occasion.
And now we have Gassi. He has chased her repeatedly, but she keeps coming back. Last night she decided she was coming into the house and to hell with him. So in she came as he lay astonished and watched as she had her food on the table, washed herself and then jumped to her usual place on top of a wooden box on the dressing table. This morning he tried to chase her again but she just stood her ground, knowing I would intervene. She was scared, her fur was on end and her tail looked like a little brush, but she didn't move.
Good for you little cat, I say! We can all learn a lesson from you.