@Kamaji THE meanest cat I have ever seen in my life was a medium-sized female Calico that decided to move in with me after the neighbors moved away and left her locked inside the house in the summer. I saw her sitting in a basement window,so broke the window to let her out. I guess she thought it meant she owes me,because she followed my home and followed me inside. Since it appeared like I owned a cat,I went and bought cat food for her. I already told the story here about a stray doberman following her home one day and moving in,too. The Dobie was her pet,and this big-ass female dobie would lick her until she was wet,and the cat would do figure 8's around her legs.
It took at least several months of living with me before I could touch the cat without getting clawed.
Meanest,and the cleverest cat I have ever seen. When I moved,one of the neighbors had a German Shepherd,and it wasn't long before he would run and hide under his house when my cat went into the yard to eat the cat food his masters put out for the cat that lived there.
Yet,she was defeated by a freaking squirrel.
The squirrel lived in a tree in our yard. I had seen this developing for a while,and was wondering when the squirrel would get eaten. He was aggressive as hell. He would see the cat out in the yard,and come running down the tree to run in circles in the leaves to make noise to get the cat to chase him,and then run up the tree to get away.
The cat would get pissed and start out to do that,and then realize she was being suckered,and back down the trunk.
Came home from school one night at midnight,as always,and the neighbors next door were still up waiting for me to get home because my cat was trapped up on their second story roof,and a major snow storm was coming through. They waited up because they knew my cat was on their roof,and wanted to tell me and see if I could help them get her off.
Come to find out,that damn squirrel finally got her pissed enough to chase him up the tree and out on a limb that was really too weak to support her,so she jumped off the limb and onto the roof,just like the squirrel did,but the squirrel had it planned out and just jumped to another tree or another roof,and got away. With the roof covered with snow,the cat was afraid to jump.
So,with my permission,one of the guys that lived next door ran a water hose out a window and used it to "wash" her off the roof. She landed in the snow,so no harm except to her ego,and the fact that she was soaking wet and pissed.
I picked her up,took her in the apartment,and used a big fluffy towel to dry her,and she went and laid down on a heat vent.
She never again tried to chase that squirrel,though. No matter how hard he tried,and he did try hard,she would just turn around and look the other way and pretend he wasn't there. It was hilarious. This cat that thought nothing of mixing it up with a German Shepherd was afraid of that little squirrel. He would jump out of the tree and run around in circles in the dry leaves to get her attention,and it would seem to occur to her that is was that squirrel teasing her again,and her head would snap back the other way and she would pretend she didn't hear anything.
AFAIK,she never again chased any squirrels. I know for a fact I never had to get her off a roof top again.
She lived at least another 10 years before I had to have her put down because she was dying from cancer. My father,who hated cats and who I had to threaten to make sure he didn't hurt or kill her while I was at work was even won over by her. I would come home a little early some times and catch him cooking fish for both of them. In fact,the very last words he said to me the morning he lay dying was "You take good care of "that damn cat",boy!" That was literally the last thing he ever said. A minute or two later he was dead.
Even as he was dying,she was "that damn cat".
