Jack-dog has had a longstanding, cartoonish obsession with cats. We once sat outdoors at a winery in Jacksonville, OR where a cat slept on the steps and, for the better part of two hours, Jack did not blink. The cat rested; Jack stared with unwavering attention.

Well, he finally got his wish. But it was not Jack who started the confrontation yesterday. Charlie did. Honestly, I have never seen a cat go this far out of its way to more intently start a fight. This scene could actually serve as a wildly accurate reenactment.

(He’s fine. And so is Charlie, who rethought his decision after a ten-second ass kicking. Never underestimate Jack’s deeply mutt-ingrained survival instincts — and canine jujutsu.)