[Forward the Light Brigade]

We had a large tabby Tom who would ride large dogs—Dig his claws in and ride them like a bronco as they pirched and tried to get him off. They would roll, he would jump off, when they righted themselves he would jump back on! He was a fearless Cat.

[PowderMonkey]

One of the best "street fighters" I ever had was a Tuxedo Tom that tipped the scales at 17 lbs. He could out think and out wrestle any dog on the block. Those that knew him would get up and move out of his way whenever he came down the sidewalk.

[MarkL]

My mother and I had a big male orange tabby too. While that kitty would be my mother's "little kitten," he would allow no intrusion onto his property. Dogs knew to stay our of our front yard, and over the years, that cat killed one raccoon & 2 opossums under our front porch and dragged them out into the yard.

But when my mother was having her chemo for cancer, during the infusion, she'd lay in a recliner, he knew how badly she felt, and would stretch out on her lap, putting a paw on each side of her neck, and just snuggle and nuzzle her neck during the sessions, for hours at a time. When she didn't come home from the hospital, he never recovered, and pined for more than a year, before running away.

Mark