Well... there is a slight flaw in the pitbull scenario... George might win. A few days back, I walked outside to muchos hissing and growling. Naturally I looked. In the left corner, in the blue shorts... was a very very pissed off George. In the right corner, in the red shorts... was a terrified fox. I think the fox had tried to eat Georges food. As any neighbor will tell you, to come between George and food... it's just not a good idea. He's not a big cat. Just normal size. But what he doesn't have in bulk, he makes up for in attitude. He cornered the fox and then turned into an "Attack Cat". The poor fox (twice the size of George) didn't know what hit him. He hit the corner and then only saw one option - flee. Unfortunately I was in the way. So he either had to go past me - or George. He chose the lesser evil. Me. George went after him like a bat out of hell, swiping and scratching at him as he went full pelt past me lol. (I saw that fox again later - and he was limping. Poor thing.) So... if there is food involved... I wouldn't want George to hurt that pitbull... ya know? "WOW,you have space in your chair!!!!!" No no - you have that all wrong! It's NOT my chair. It's George's chair. Besides, he will sit there and stare at you when you sit in it. You know that kid with the spoon in the Matrix? I swear what George is trying to tell me is "There is no chair." He really is cute. He's VERY well behaved (unless you sit in his chair) but the absolute FUNNIEST thing was when we were having a steak dinner a few months back. He sat on the arm of that chair, drooling, trying to hypnotise the steak off my fork. He was trying so hard... all of a sudden there was this really ODD noise. I frowned. My boyfriend frowned. We looked at each other and shrugged. Then it came again. I saw George jump slightly when the noise came... listened and watched... there it was again! In his effort not to drool into my plate... George got the hiccups. I have never in my LIFE seen a cat get hiccups. I swear, my boyfriend and I were in TEARS laughing, while George sat there, looking at the wall as if to say "Not me. HIC. Dunno what that noi--HIC--se is." I damn near died laughing. Silke

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