My Isaac, who bears (hah! inadvertent pun!) a striking resemblance to Jack the Cat, but slimmer, once backed up in the little front yard as a German Shepherd dog came down the street on leash. I watch Isaac like a hawk when he's out there, and I thought, "oh, good, he has the sense to be scared of the dog." No, not at all. He was backing up to get a good running start. He flew over the chain link fence at the dog, hissing and spitting. Hard to say who was more freaked out. Dog? Dog's owner? Lise? I ran out there and snatched him up, the dog backing up furiously, barking, the owner screaming, "CONTROL YOUR CAT!"

I love the bear up a tree.