Many humans assume put a cat and dog in each other’s space and a dog goes on attack mode. My one combative cat experience happened when I was barely out of puphood. Out for a walk I saw a cat ahead of me on the street and to the dismay of Master Robert I slipped out my collar and made a beeline for the cat and the damn cat scratched my nose causing it to bleed! My one and only foray into cat combat. Being a West Highland Terrier, we have a history of ratting which means we chase and destroy rodents, We catch one in our mouth and shake it back and forth and break its neck. Cruel you say. But can I excuse myself by saying I thought a cat is a rodent which no doubt will inflame a torrent of anti-Westie vitriol! Instinct dear reader. Instinct.
Now as it so happened in my later years The Stephen Family’s friend Mr. G acquired two ragdoll cats and when visiting Mr. G’s I was well mannered and refrained from attacking the cats. Cat claws are dangerous weapons. I count myself lucky on that initial attack as the injury could have been much worse!
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