Flanders' Big Adventure I

One of the cats I'm sitting is a big outdoors nut, which is all well and good until two neighborhood dogs (no owners in sight, no leashes and one didn't even have a collar) decided that he would be a fine meal/chew-toy/who-knows-what and surround him.

I hear a ghastly, high-pitched roar and get outside in time to see these mutts circling Flanders like sharks waiting for a shipwrecked man to get a bit tired from treading water before they strike. I've never seen a cat arch his back so high before.

After I chase the dogs away for good, I finally turn around to see how The Big Man is ... as he climbs this tree as high as he could. He didn't look hurt, so I figured I'd give him a few minutes to cool down and come back with food to entice him back down. It didn't. He was still pissed/scared a half-hour later, although it might have been the blusteriness of the afternoon making the tree sway so hard that upset him.

It gets worse/better.