I was chatting with Chester outside, enjoying a bit of sunshine that has been rare and precious this winter.
A woman came walking past the driveway with one of those little yippy dogs that some people like for reasons that have always escaped me…
The dog usually stops and leaves a gift on my sidewalk.
On this day, the dog spied the cat and ripped loose from the woman’s grip to chase Chester.
Chester wasn’t going to play.
Within a millisecond he had the dog off its paws, and had one claw extended paw of his own pressing the dogs head to the ground and his jaws around it’s throat.
He was going to kill that dog and kill it quickly.
He’s not your normal house cat…
He’s just a few months beyond feral, a very big cat who lived off instinct and the breeding that made him less than domesticated.
I shouted at him and he released his hapless aggressor while the owner of the dog shrieked in panic.
My guess is that her dog will neither do his business on my sidewalk or chase cats anymore…
Honestly, I was more than a little amused as well as taken aback by the sudden fury displayed by Chester.
Chester is a big, sweet loving cat…and a killer as well.
He has two natures and my job is to increase one and minimize the other.
Both will always be present.
Later that day, T and I went to McDonalds for a snack…where they botched our order and gave me the wrong change as a bonus.
I snapped and reviled the already embarrassed clerk…over a filet o’fish and .13 cents.
When T tried to correct me, I snapped at him too.
Then he asked a question that stopped my rant.
“Why are you mean to people who want to like us?”
I was then not only convicted, but without excuse.
I’m way past feral.
Unfortunately, I have two natures as well…an old man and a new one that are constantly in conflict.
My breeding includes inbred sin.
My Father is working to increase the new to master the old.
He’s not finished with me yet.
If He was, I’d have as much of a chance as that little yippy dog had with Chester.
Make your own application…