My neighborhood is full of stray cats who rule the block. Walking around like kings and queens, knowing no one will ever catch them. They can stroll around in peace, hopping from house to house and looking for the neighbors who leave snacks out for them to indulge in. Purrsonally, I love them. It brings a little joy into my day to see cats of all colors sunbathing effortlessly on the sidewalk while I'm headed out of my neighborhood on my commute to work. My dog, on the other hand, is not so fond of them. They drive him nuts - and it seems they do it on purrpose too. From sitting in our driveway, mischievously swaying their tails from side to side while my German Shepard watches in agony behind a fence as they taunt him. Just last night, we were enjoying an evening in the backyard when I spotted a sneaky little feline creeping down the driveway. My dog did not take lightly to this, running full blast through the opening between the fence (in my defense, it seems impossible that a dog of his size could squeeze through this tiny opening, but apparently, with enough momentum, he most definitely can). Sprinting with all his might (and me running furiously behind him), he stood no chance compared to the speed of the strays. He gave up not far down the road and returned home defeated—another point for the felines.
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