I am happy to report that our problem with that mean dog is solved. Here is what happened:
Yesterday night, at about 3:00 A.M., human time, that dog started to chase Max. So, I gave the secret signal to all of the cats in our neighborhood. They rushed over. In the meantime, Max had managed to climb up a tree. It was a small tree, though. So, I knew that dog would be able to shake him out of it. And, that’s exactly what he started doing—shaking the tree. Then he looked at my friends, bared his teeth and growled, “Who wants to be next? You cats will never be able to win a fight with me.”
I wish I could say that my friends attacked him as planned. Unfortunately, that’s not what happened. When we saw his bared teeth, which looked to be about a foot long, all of us got scared. I jumped out of my window. And, my friends got so scared that they climbed a bigger tree. Even worse, they started arguing. They yowled things like, “You jump him!” and “No, you agreed to be first, remember?” at each other. Two of them even started clawing each other instead of the dog. And, while all of this was happening, the mean dog kept shaking the tree that Max had climbed. I knew it was only a matter of time until he got hurt. All I could do was pray, Jesus, please help us.
Then, things seemed to get worse. We heard another dog coming. He was the biggest dog that any of us had ever seen. When he growled, the fur on my neck stood up. After he was finished growling, he asked, “What’s going on here?”
“I’m about to hurt this cat. Do you want to help?” the mean dog replied.
To our surprise, the other dog said, “No. You’re a big bully. If you want a fight, here I am!”
What happened next amazed us. The mean dog jumped him. However, the other dog shook him off like he was a flea. Then, he took care of business. He was such a good fighter that it took only a minute for him to persuade the mean dog to go away. After the mean dog was gone, the nice dog said, “I don’t think you’ll have to worry about him anymore. If you’re ever in trouble, though, just yowl. Then, I’ll be there to help you.” Then he, well—he disappeared before we could thank him.
All of us were speechless for a minute. Then, Trixie asked, “Have you ever heard of a dog defending a cat like he did?” We had to admit that we hadn’t. Then, Trixie and I looked at each other and both of us said at the same time, “Could he have been an angel?” Everyone got quiet for a minute. Then Max said, “All I know is that he saved my life. That’s more than you cats did!” We hung our heads, because he was right. Then, the two cats that had gotten into a fight with each other fell out of the tree and onto Trixie. That ended our discussion, since Trixie promptly defended herself. And, I was tired from all of the drama, so I went back to bed after thanking Jesus for saving us.
Since The Fight as we call it, we haven’t seen that mean dog. I have a funny feeling that we won’t see him again. There was something special about that dog who rescued us. Could he have been an angel? I don’t know. I’m just glad that our problem is solved. I guess that all dogs aren’t bad after all!