A year or two ago our farmer came by on the track in front of our house, walking the two family chocolate Labradors. I stopped working to chat and the dogs bombed into the garden (it’s not enclosed), mis-timing it completely as MacGregor, our 9kg ginger boy cat came wandering around the end of the house. His view of this invasion of his space was spectacular; both labs needed their wounds cleaning later, once the farmer finally caught up with them half a mile away back at his house.
Not long after, farmer comes by again with the labs in his pick up truck. He parks and wanders over for a chin wag. MacGregor is out, comes across to join us and be sociable, then spots the dogs inside the truck. He moseys over to the back of the truck, jumps up into the open bed, then onto the cab roof. The dogs are going ballistic inside but are unable to do anything about him. Up on the roof, he leans over the top of the windscreen and waves a paw at the glass, which only seems to put gasoline on the fire… He then wanders down the glass and sits on the bonnet, his back towards the dogs while they do everything they can to get at him. Farmer and I are in stitches at this performance. Having now established his complete supremacy, MacG heads off. I respect this cat; although chopped off years ago, he still has balls.