But we are visited by huge feral cats, maybe ten pounds–far bigger than six-pound Muffin, who is mostly fur. Any one of them could hurt him badly.
I’d hoped that he’d never see one, but one day I heard him barking more frantically than usual. An impertinent cat sat on the wall looking down at him, unimpressed by Muffin. When I came out, the cat ran away, but Muffin thought he’d scared it off. He’s been proud of himself and on the watch ever since.
Yesterday, a huge gray cat with an enormous tail appeared on the patio. (I thought for a moment that it was a racoon that haunts our garden in Connecticut.) Muffin was out the door like a shot, and chased the cat up a rock wall, which must seem like a mountain to him. The cat disappeared over the wall, but Muffin remains on high alert, and when he goes outside, he climbs the mountain looking for the cat (see picture). I pray he never gets close enough to a cat for the cat to attack him.