I was out on the deck today with my back to the yard. I heard the sound of an animal. I looked down, and there was a playful-looking medium-sized dog coming to say hello. She seemed quite excited. Between petting I was finally able to read one of her tags, which indicated her name was Clover. I wasn’t thinking about Tonka, our big, black, 14 and a half pound, dozen-year-old cat. Turns out he was snoozing in one of the chairs on the deck. Clover noticed him and went over to say hello. Tonka was not feeling hospitable. He growled and hissed and swatted at poor Clover. He chased her across the deck. Mrs. L.A. came out and Tonka ran into the house. The dopy pup (not long out of puppyhood, I think) went inside too. Tonka chased her out. Clover looked in the back door like, ‘Doncha wanna come play?’ Tonka, on the other side, hissed. Either someone called Clover, or else she decided to go on another adventure. She disappeared.
Tonka successfully defended his territory.