LOL, your Kida sounds a lot like my dear departed Linda!
She was a pure white longhaired cat with mismatched eyes–fanciest looking cat you ever wanted to see. But she was first and foremost a hunter…and while we lived in town, in lieu of rats she gave other cats H311!
One night the dog and I heard a ruckus and went to the door to check adn see if Linda was OK. She was sitting calmly under the neighbor’s tree, appearing completely unruffled. Then she looked up and I saw another neighbors cat was up in the tree looking very ruffled. A second cat peeked out from under the trailer house about 10’ away and Linda turned to give it a casually disgusted look–it shot backwards under the trailer as fast as it could. Linda had 2 of them whipped into shape! That’s my girl…
Hubby, who hates siamese cats, laughed in delight another night while watching Linda chase a siamese from next door out of our yard–every 3rd or 4th step she smacked his haunches to hurry him along!
Once we moved out to the country she had a ton of critters to hunt. Took to sitting on a row of round bales of hay next door–would launch herself into the air to commit an aerial assault. Also would comb the neighbors field after it had been cut for hay, to catch rodents that were after the seed heads on the hay.
We at that time got a cocker-spaniel-sized german shepherd pup…she ery quickly put him in his place. After he reached his full adult size of 90#, I once saw him charge her from across the yard; she saw him coming and took a single step toward him, as if to say ‘Bring it on!’–he screeched to a halt just outside paw reach! To this day, if a cat is eating out of his bowl, the dog sits back and lets it, with a mournful expression on his face!
That sounds like a cat my parents had when I was little. A solid black female, she lived outdoors her entire life, survived being stepped on by a horse (while pregnant; lost the litter), run over by a bicycle, and raising four litters of kittens. She lived to be 14 years old, outliving all but one of her kittens. A neighbor’s black lab decided to chase her one day. The cat ran about 10 feet, then whipped around and slashed with her claws, putting a 1-inch-long, 1/4-inch-deep gash in the dog’s nose. He never chased her again.
My parents had another feisty momma cat (I’m sensing a pattern here) who liked to jump on their dog’s back, dig in her claws and go for a ride, with the dog screaming bloody murder the whole time. It was quite a sight.
LOL! I’m glad to knw I am not the only one with a cat that has an attitude.
I’ve had several people say that if I take her to the vet to get fixed, it should mellow her out some. However, no one has volunteered to provide transport to and from the vet and to be the one holding her while there.
She’s only been to the vet once, and prior to going I spoke to the doc about the problems of taking the cat in a car. They gave me a pill to calm the cat and a cardboard carrying case to bring her in. The pill had barely any effect, especially when she saw and smelled other animals at the vets office, and in retaliation, on the way home she shredded the box and left her “marks” all over the interior of my car.
BTW, the vet is one that my family has literally used for decades, and yet on the way out the door, the doc suggested that the next time I take the cat to another vet closer to my home. I got the impression that she didn’t care which vet, just any other vet
Ths cat has taken on a pit bull 3 times and her record is 2 wins and a draw. She probably would have won the last one too, but I dumped a glass of soda on them to get them to split up.