Oh, sure, he acts tough. He bullies the dog, nipping his ears, whilst waiting for his tea. He sometimes has a go at the venerable Biddy, if he wanders into her space by mistake. He'll bring in the occasional field mouse or dim witted bird that wasn't paying attention to the fat lump with the claws hiding in the long grass.
When it comes to a proper scrap though, he is pathetic.
There's a white cat that lives up at the end of the road, ten or so houses away, so you'd expect their territiorial boundaries to be somewhere around the lamp post half way. Coming back from the walk this morning, I saw Frank scrabbling up the fence persued by Lisa the white cat. Once on the safe side of the fence, he tried to act all nonchalent again, but I've rumbled his little game now.
He's just a big softy!
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