On 10/28/2019 5:37 AM, Chrysi Cat wrote:
> On 10/27/2019 6:34 PM, Dorothy J Heydt wrote:
>> In article <
960423d1-0921-4353...@googlegroups.com>,
>> Robert Carnegie <
rja.ca...@excite.com> wrote:
>>>
>>> According to various references, black bears are
>>> appallingly good at climbing trees, ....
>> >> Particularly when they have unwittingly wandered into the
>> territory of a particularly territorial cat.
>>
>>
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=63Ne_4Tgyag
>>
>> However, the bear was able to get down out of the tree by
>> himself; nobody had to call the firemen.
>>
>
> Congratulations, you've now reminded me of my parents' story of their
> calico KITTEN in '72, who managed to chase off the neighbours'
> Irish-Setter pup from the base of /her/ tree within the orchard outside
> their apartment while Dad was studying at AFIT.
>
> Unfortunately, that's basically the extent of what I can say about it
> (being as it's hearsay; I wasn't around until just before Star Wars
> debuted and wasn't sapient until '79) and /being/ 46 years ago, they
> weren't in position to film it. I can say the Setter's papa never /did/
> let the poor guy live it down!
>
Actually, come to think of it, our current sweetie-puss is literally the
first of four cats to own our family who HASN'T been a terrifying bully
to other furbabies. Ginger would likely have lived another 7 years or
more had she not /lost/ her final fight in both senses of the word--her
final battle with another animal gave her a terrible abscess on her side
in '86, and she told Mom it was too annoying having pneumothorax and
passed in the middle of the draining process at the vet's office in
front of Mom.
The next cat we never saw actually /fight,/ and she /never/ came home
with a fight wound. But one time, Mom was called by her good friend to
request that she retrieve our cat because she had the across-the-street
neighbour's cat trapped under their car. That waws positively
humiliating for Mom.
And then the one after that _was_ a physical bully; she was our first
indoor cat, but she was also the first one to have her home visited by
_other_ cats. The one time that we accidentally let her out of Mom's
sealed-off bedroom while my sister's declawed cat (not her doing; she'd
actually given him a forever home _after_ the woman-who-declawed-him
gave him--and the cat /her/ husband had brought into their marriage--up
to my sister because my sister could give them the run of the house and
the friend was keeping them in the basement following her daughter's
birth) had the run of the house, the result was a very noticeable dollop
of blood on his nose.
Charlie, on the other hand, has stolen the food from a visiting cat who
was the next one to live with my sister, but doesn't throw claws at
anybody. He's also the only boy out of all of them, though I'm sure
that's just coincidence.