I read the story of a cat who took out the dog and eventually fell to her in a volley, and here I remembered:) A man from the company told, so that further in his name:
A friend went on vacation and asked to have a cat for a couple of weeks. The house is big, I agreed. The cat was a completely disgraceful "Scottish" with a genealogy, almost royal blood - eats only superfoods, vitamins daily, water only from bottles. This "delicate valenok" (from the word to roll) lived in the apartment all his life. The cat was brought, along with the supply of food, water, toys, bedding and instructions "how to take care of and what to do if..." on 5 pages with the phones of verified veterinarians to which you can contact at any time of day and night.
I have to say that on the site I lived a Caucasian - a dog of giant size and dark character. During the day I sent him to the volley, and at night released to the courtyard - here as it is said, "they are guilty of themselves..." And came to me to the site to walk someone's red cat - well in the day, of course. He walks, next to the volleyer so volatile, showing in all sight that he is the master here and he wanted to sneeze on everyone. And in pleasure to mark the end of the volley dog did not refuse. The dog, of course, is angry - and what do you do, as it darkenes the red hole and the trail is frozen.
Well, I placed in my house "the Scottish prince" with all the amenities, the dog for the night released and fairy tales. In the morning I woke up - I called the "high guest" to eat superfoods, chew vitamins, and then saw an open box and how the lightning flashed. Well, I think, went for a walk at night, a kittens, he was surprised - dogs then walk in the yard. Yes, I too, however, because the owner of the cat lady is serious. I run out to the courtyard and see an idyllic picture - the Caucasian is lying at the volier, and the Lord of Scotland is rolling nearby - alive and healthy, his head on a dog's bark laid and what is there whirling. Well, of course - a dog in a volley, a cat in the house, but the forks did not close - let go when the hunt came.
I sit by the window, in the compass, and I see a red thief walking through the courtyard with an important view. It was as if a gray lightning had passed through the yard. Generally speaking, a "delicate cuddled cat with a genealogy" caught up in the red visitor with all his nails and as he began to beat - without any warning on the cat's label, shouting at the same time as a rage. The red rose from surprise, but not in that direction - to the volley and there to go nowhere - on the pillar to scratch up. He sits down, all blown up. On the one hand, the “noble prince” swings, until he puts his ears. On the other hand - the Caucasian blows - on the back of the legs stands up here will get.
I ran out into the courtyard of the cat entrusted to me, took it in my arms and went into the house - inspected, no, did not scratch it red in the battle, do not call the veterinarians. The Scottish did not break out, calmed on his arms and again became a valley valley.
The red, of course, slipped from the pillar, but I did not see him again in the courtyard.
And the "Prince" until the very end of his stay with me on the sofas during the day, and at night went out on the street. And almost every morning I was opened to the same idyllic cardboard - the "cat of noble blood" lying on the evil Caucasian shepherd. To see the animals agreed - the Scottish red carries out and at night walks through the courtyard unhindered well and in the day.
By the way, half a year later was in the guests of the owner's cat, and everyone told me what her cat was a coward, just under the couch. And I remembered a gray lightning with a fighting cry attacking a red hatchback :)