Well, last night, it went down. Barley and the cats, actually one cat. The big fluffy one.
The three of us, Barley, Dougal, and I, were coming back from a bathroom break (theirs, not mine) at about 5 p.m. We were walking on the sidewalk between the houses (the houses are in rows, back to back, with a walkway between and about 5 feet of yard on each side) when I saw the neighbor’s cats about 20 yards away.
Looking back, I probably should have just turned around and went back to the front of the house to let the boys in. However, after weeks of torturing my poor Barley, I figured those cats might benefit from seeing what kind of macho they’re up against. Maybe if they saw Barley without the barrier of the screen or glass door, they might think twice before tormenting him for hours, teasing him and getting his blood pressure up.
Initially, my plan worked. There were two black cats and they clearly saw us coming. One darted immediately back into the neighbor’s house. The other waited a few seconds, but followed. I smiled in triumph.
Unfortunately, my celebration was a bit premature.
Out from under a nearby porch, leaped a third cat, the big fluffy one, in a blur of fur. He was running. Fast. I assumed he was sprinting to get back into his house, but he never turned. He was charging right for us! Before I could retreat, the fight was on.
That crazy-ass cat attacked my two dogs! There was all kinds of ruckus. Every time I’d pull the boys back, the cat kept coming, fluff and claws and screaming noise. I was calling for help when the cat jumped to a fence to get a better attack spot.
The neighbor’s daughter, hearing the commotion, came out to get the cat, but it was too scary for her. She refused to touch it and called her mom instead. The cat looked crazy. Its long hair was sticking straight up and its eyes were full of rage.
Thankfully, no one was hurt. The cat may be emotionally damaged, but physically it was fine. Same with my boys, who seemed to look at the whole thing like a big adventure. Barley finally got a piece of that cat. It was the claws and teeth, but I don’t think he’s at all particular. The real test will be if that cat comes back to my sliding door. The sun is shining and I suspect I’ll know before too long.