You’re walking your dog, which today means you’re also walking your cat. And they keep playing chase, or wrestling, or whatever. And you’re grumbling because this is taking forever and you’ve got shit to do. And Cromwell runs ahead, only to encounter your neighbor’s dick of a cat. And the neighbor cat bristles and locks eyes with your cat, unaware that your dog is coming up the sidewalk out of view. Then the neighbor cat charges. But before he can reach Cromwell, he is intercepted by a black bolt of canine righteousness. And he shrieks and craps himself and scrambles between fence planks to get away. And Cromwell, his adversary vanquished before the fight even started, sits on the sidewalk and licks his paw. If he could talk, he’d be muttering “douchebag”. And you continue your walk with gladness in your heart.