At my parent’s house, we always had dogs. Whenever we tried caring for cats, the dogs eventually chased them away. This was the last dog we had, some kind of terrier mix. She was sweet to us humans, but a scourge to any and all small animals who foolishly entered our yard. The photo below of our old dog, with her teeth bared, shows the last thing many a rat, opossum and squirrel ever saw in this life!
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After that dog died, my elderly mom was afraid another dog might knock her down, so now her yard has become this cat’s paradise. He came to us via my brother when he was already 5 or 6 years old - old enough to have lost some of his youthful wanderlust, which brought many of our former cats to sad end along the busy highway outside the yard. He is around 12 or 13 years old now, and he stays contentedly at home.
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