Morty "the official shop cat" is known by all my friends from here to Vegas. He "guards" the property about as good as a cat can do. I've had a lot of cats - and Morty is the coolest. He's also a hell-of-a-fighter. Pound for pound - a Mayweather or maybe a Pac-Man. All the local cats know this too. They've tangled with the Mort - and have the scars to prove it. Well, this big cat (the biggest in the neighborhood) has been "testing" Morty's territory lately. I come back from work yesterday - and Morty has him cornered under my front steps. This orange/white cat is easily twice the size of Morty. Suddenly, Morty dives under the steps - and drags this cat from under - out into the snow - He's chewing the cat's head - dragging it, kicking - the other cat is cryin' and pissin' all over the place. He tries to run and Morty recaptures - biting, clawing and kicking . . . it was ugly. Morty chased the cat, all the way down the street all while re-tackling and more clawing and biting. This other cat tried jumping in a pine bush - Morty went in after him. When it all was over, the Mort now has a scratch on his nose. Always does. Morty is still the champ - he keeps his belt another week.