A few weeks after we brought Polaris home, my sister & her DH & kids came to visit from farther North, bringing their d*g. This d*g is a mid-sized model, short hair, well-behaved yet active. Looks like a shrunk down Doberman Pinscher but isn't.

My little neice was the first to notice "mews" coming from behind the door to the freezer room. "Oh no," I said, "Polaris has got herself shut in the back room again."

The neice, sister, and d*g all trooped over to check this out, none of them having met the New Kitty yet. "Hm," sez I, "Wait, don't open the door, let's give her some room...."

At just that moment, the little neice opened the door. Naturally Polaris had her nose right at the door, wanting OUT, and also naturally the d*g had HIS nose right at the door to check out this new critter. So when the door opened, there they were: Nose to Nose.

The d*g jumped back with a startled "wuf." Polaris heard this, and didn't wait for an explanation. Her fur poofed up, her tail ballooned, and she made some noises of her own. On the attack, she deliberately proceeded out of the room, crab-style, towards the d*g, yowling and growling. The d*g, a wise example of his species, began backing up down the hallway. Polaris forced him all the way back into the kitchen until he backed into my Bro-in-Law's leg. Bump. Stop.

All this only took a second, and I was already moving in to separate them. As I reached down, my own DH turned around and Polaris leaped. DH only saw Polaris soaring through the air, all four legs extended, claws out, fangs bared, about to embed herself in the side of the d*g!

At the last micro-second, I snatched Polaris out of the air and whisked her up to the bedroom. In triumph, according to her. "Your kitten was going to kill my d*g!" my sister commented later, half rebuking, half admiring. Polaris agrees that she not only would have killed that d*g, but eaten him with sauce.

Copyright © Krista Clement
May 4, 2000