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Originally Posted by ThirdOfFive
Some decades back I happened upon a six month old cat, male, coal black: half Siamese and the other half "from a good family". Grew up into the most beautiful tom I've ever seen: glossy black coat and striking blue eyes, topping out at 18 lbs. and all muscle. Saw him take on a full-grown German Shepherd once and win. Don't know what the black half was but his personality was all Siamese; a one-person cat that believed in speaking his mind. He and I had it out a couple of times but once we settled which of us was in charge, he was great.
Smart, too. He had a habit of getting into the garbage (kept behind a door under the kitchen sink) so I finally decided on one of those child-proof latches, which the cat watched me install. Next morning--garbage all over the kitchen floor. I assumed I hadn't closed the door all the way; the next morning I got up and caught him in the act: lying flat on the floor with one of his forepaws stuck up behind the door just far enough to trip the latch! He had figured that out from watching me install it.
Cats are smart critters. Much smarter than dogs.
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I can't ever remember a time when the cat was not in charge of the house dog.
I used to race and course a few greyhounds many years ago, but they were kenneled.
The cats knew they were in a different league, and avoided them, and the kennels, like the plague. A great move in the search for longevity.
Anything else was to be bossed about, or fair game.