The funny thing, is that Darryl was trained by Max, who was King of the Fighters. If a cat was anywhere within shouting distance of our home, Max was out of the house in a flash, tail puffed out, six ways to Sunday. When that bow-legged animal planted those four paws and hissed at you, you knew you were in for trouble. There weren't going to be any stray cats digging around our gardens, while he was on the job.
We watched him as he trained Darryl in the art of chasing others off our property. Max did the work, while Darryl followed proudly behind as a kitten with his tail straight up in the air. We naturally thought Darryl would assume the mantle of protector once Max went to his great reward.
Think again.
Walt is a grey and white tabby who waits politely outside the front of the door for Darryl to come out on sunny days. Walt doesn't fight--all he wants to do is play with Darryl in the front garden.
Darryl hides behind the wall in the study.
When cats come into our garden, Darryl runs to the neighbor's house
When you call him by name, he goes the other way. Unless, of course, food is involved
This animal truly has no shame.
P.S. He's the one on the right...
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