Chester and I were out walking and it was as if every cat in the neighborhood came out for the parade. The first cat was a very brave cat. Wasn't leaving that spot no way, no how. I will detour Chester when I see the critters of the night, but I hadn't seen this cat. Chester was out the full length of his leash. While I was reeling in this bouncing, pouncing pup, that cat held its ground. All arched up and meaning business, but there is only so much bravery in the face of a bouncing, tail wagging dog to be had.
Then we discovered the reason for the cat's fierceness.
Chester saved a mouse from being breakfast, or at least gave it a bit of a chance.
The cat actually followed us down the street. I told Chester to watch his back as we'd pissed off that cat royally. I think it told its friends too 'cause there were cats EVERYWHERE. It was like being in an Alfred Hitchcock movie or Stephen King novel.
Seeing the mouse scurry away I thought... yay saved a mouse.
Then I thought.... boo starved a kitty.
However a determined cat will not be deterred from the course of his breakfast and as we were coming back to the house I saw that while we may have saved a mouse, it led to a birds demise. The cat seemed a bit smug as we walked passed, but then maybe it's just me.