佚名/Anonymous
From the beginning, Jake made his feelings clear about the subject of cats：they were best served on a plate.
Jake was our resident dog, a large dominant male, part Border collie and part Labrador retriever, with a little German shepherd thrown in. Jake was about two years old when he was adopted by us from the local animal shelter. He came into our lives shortly after I lost my beloved dog Martha to an unexpected illness. One day we went to the shelter, searching for a shaggy-haired female（like Martha）to bring into our home. Instead, we found Jake, a short-haired male, proud and silent in the middle of all that barking. We told the shelter worker that we wanted Jake to come home with us because we could sense he had a lot of magic inside of him.“Thats great，”she said，“Just dont bring him back when he shows you that magic！”
Jake immediately became a cherished member of our family. He loved watching the birds we attracted to our yard with numerous feeders and birdbaths. He played with the puppy next door and other dogs in the park, but made it extremely clear that cats would never be allowed on his property, chasing any feline that came too close.
One day, I found a litter of wild kittens in our woodpile. Although I had been a“dog person”all my life and had never had the privilege of sharing my life with a cat, my heart went out to these little fur balls. They were only about four weeks old, and had beautiful gray-striped bodies and large, frightened eyes. Their mother was nowhere in sight. I put them into a box and brought them inside. Jake heard the meowing and immediately began to salivate, drool, and pant. Our veterinarian told us，“Some dogs just dont accept cats under any condition.”
A year after the kitty experience, one day I looked outside onto the deck and saw Jake with his ears up and his head cocked sideways, staring at the ground. There at his feet was a tiny kitten, sitting very still. Using soothing words to try and keep Jake calm, I moved in closer, hoping to prevent the ugly attack I felt sure was coming. The kitten had badly infected eyes, and it probably couldnt see where it was or what was looming over it. But Jake just looked at the little creature, then looked up at me, and then back at the kitten. I heard some meowing, and discovered another kitten under the deck. So I scooped them both up into a box that would be their temporary home. I put the box in the garage and started making calls to all the animal people I knew, telling each the same story-my dog would never allow these cats into our home, and I need to relocate them right away.