I used to have a 'BIG' ginger lad, he was the son of my tricolour so I'd watched him being born too.
I moved up here to Maz's house with him and she had a German Shepherd but the dog was OK with cats (in fact Maz had one at the time) so everything was fine after a bit of settling.
After a few years the old guy next door died and his daughter sold the house and a right little sh*t bought it and he had a Jack Russell, after a couple of weeks this fecker said to me "I should watch your cats mate, my dog will kill cats", anyway a couple of weeks later they were going out and the dog (off the leash) ran into our front garden to be confronted by Tommi (who was twice the size of their dog) who hissed and swatted it's snout. Needless to say the dog ran off yelping with blood dripping off its nose, I told him the dog was lucky that Tommi hadn't done more and he looked very upset. Quite made my day.