Asleep at the front door, not knowing he was being watched, being studied by curious calculating eyes, Angus was content in his solitude, in his dreams. Suddenly, a soft noise..., the big dogs head (okay puppies head) rises from it's slumber only to be face to face with...... Abbey! The great mouse catching cat (and the smallest cat I have ever seen). With a huff and exhausted effort Angus rises to this new experience, to investigate. With such a formitable beast (okay, okay puppy) in front of her Abbey increases her size 10 fold (or just an inch), arching her back high in the air, fur standing at full attention, like a military regiment just before final inspection. Then with an awkward sideways gait, Abbey slowly retreats to the top of the basement stairs while never taking her eyes off this new enemy. Angus seizes the opportunity to charge (investigate), like a kid in a candy store, with no regard for his personal safety. Then, a low rumbling growl followed by a hiss, borrowed from the depths of h*ll, stops Angus dead in his tracks. A stare down worthy of every gunslinging western ever written followed, and after what seemed like an enternity it was over! Angus rose to his feet, Abbey growled and hissed again, and the big dog with all his power and size turned away and flooded the hallway with a steady stream of frightened pee, maybe hoping to drown his nemesis, or at least knock her out with the pungent odour. No paws were thrown, no fur went flying and the end was as peaceful as the beginning, but Abbey, the great mouse catching cat, can walk quietly and confidently away knowing she has taken round 1.
