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My brother's family used to include a smoke coloured cat by the name of Frank. My dog, my mum's dog and the puppy my brother brought in to Frank's domain, were all completely terrorized by Frank.
On one memorable occasion, Dante (mum's dog, Pilau's bro) came howling out of the living room with Frank hissing behind him. Dan was about 13 weeks old at the time, he was so frightened he was actually shitting as he ran...
Frank also had a penchant for riding my brother's Rhodesian Ridgeback, once it had grown-up. Nothng like a fatdog running round the house trying to dislodge a screeching cat...
Of course, outside the house he was a cat that got chased...by the dogs he had quite effectively trained to be wary of cats :P
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