The Cat takes on the Border Collie

My mother-in-law brought back a stuffed Border Collie from New Zealand.

Unlike the real ones, it stands about eight inches tall, barks only when asked, is a couch potato and clean.

I sat it up on the wood secretary desk alongside the stuffed cat and rooster.

Dewey Kitty spotted it within hours. He paced along the base of the desk, calculating the four-foot leap required to reach it.

Once on the desk, he batted the Border Collie to the floor, then hopped down after it. With some effort, he took the Border Collie in his mouth and carried it to a corner where he beat it into submission.

Satisfied, he curled up on the recliner and took a nap.