Sometimes cats are just dicks.

I had a cat once that was a holy terror.

He waited in the hallways for us kids and scratched at our feet as we walked by. Such an asshole.

However our little terrier was taking none of that from a cat and she chased that cat, who was much bigger, all over the house.

But the best deterrent we had against a takeover by the nine cats that my mother had in those days was my dog Kino.

Kino was a 120 pound part husky, part German shepherd, part wolf hybrid and he did not suffer crap from the animals lower on the food chain in any way.

I remember once watching a cat sneak over to his food bowl in the corner while he slept on the floor by the door. It took the cat about ten minutes to finally, slowly work his way over to that bowl.

Once the cat was positive that Kino was too deeply asleep to catch him he started to eat.

But Kino was not asleep. His eye opened and he very slowly rose to his feet, walked up behind the cat, and let go one baritone bark that sent that cat right into the wall behind the bowl.

At first I thought maybe the cat had broken its neck, but it quickly scrambled to its feet and ran up the wall and onto a nearby cabinet, and from there across every surface up off the ground until he had made it down the hallway and away from the terrifying beast.

Kino then sniffed his food and walked over to his former spot to continue his nap.