Once, many years ago, I housesat for a weekend for my brother and his then-gf (now wife). They had a dog and a cat.

The cat wanted out one night, which was fine, so I let him out. He hadn't come back by the time I wanted to go to bed, so I figured that was his problem, and went to bed.

The next morning I woke up, and opened the door to get the paper. Spread-eagled on the screen door, all 4 paws' worth of claws dug in, was the cat, and boy, was he PISSED.

Sometimes you have to remind them who's higher on the food chain!

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