Tigger stretched and yawned, as was typical--4 or five times a day, in between naps. But now, now it was spring. His tired old arthritic bones had changed his pace, but his prowess remained. As a long haired Cat, he was among the most regal. He resembled a Bobcat, but with long hair--a mane like no other domestic cat. I opened the sliding glass door for him, certain that he'd be out for the night, when the neighborhood Fox appeared. I tried to sway him back inside, but he was gone. In a moment, Captain, the Family dog came round the corner. Tigger, with all his might, leapt a certain painful leap, fromt eh deck to the ground below, coming between him and the fox, who called and cried at being made a fool of. With that, Tigger was at His best most fluffed up-large looking self, and he chased with all his might that Fox from what Was his yard, and he was not planning to share.