When I was young I grow up in a city/community all the kids with pure bread - working dogs, and we were all like competing who knows to train them to the most possible, like the army or police dogs. I had Rottweilers.
Then I got married, we got kids, moved to Canada, no more dog in a house.
Kids were growing with any kind of animals around the house and I introduced them the cats. After several cats generations my boys grown up and the cats chasing ME now all day long. The last two young females are stray cats got them from farmlands, and I trained them well. Nothing comes or flies close to my walnut threes, if any pass through and up on the three, here comes my job to bring those down still alive ......... and the brutal game begins.