My friend the martial artist raised a kitten that had exposure to the gym with people fighting and training. When the cat was about five his chance came to play the role of protector as he took the nose and both eyes of a GSD that was going to munch his tabby friend.
My friend spent mucho time with the black cat and trained him to run the bases at the local base ball field. Trips to the vet, the cat would walk alongside following my friend into the office and sit on the bench next to him, not in a card board cat box carrier.
The cat was a silent sentry when a serial break-in burglar stalker pervert attempted a break in of my heavily armed friend. The cat gave that soft chirping chatter noise they make when they spot a bird from behind the glass window. That move alone alerted my friend who cocked & locked his P-220 then inserted a loaded magazine, and dropped the slide stop as the burglar pressed his face against the open windows screen.
Having a .45 round chamber on your forehead must be quite a rush. As the perp jumped the fence and my friend met him outside naked with his P-220 and chased him down the street running easily beside him saying "I could blow you away right now."
He decided his birthday suit and the Sig might not work as a squad car pulled up so he let the perp go.
A few months later, the serial burglar perp-pervert broke into a Seal Beach Cop's house IIRC.
The off duty cop was dressed
properly and took down the weirdo.
Years later my friend dumped his heart and about $6,000 into Ninja his black cat the last week of the cats life; he was 10 years old by this time and I believe it was function or something? That last day at the vet my friend walked up to the cat in a medical cage with multiple tubes connected to him. He was lethargic for lack of strength as my friend butted his forehead against his cat's forehead. "Buddy it's time I let you go" were his words to Ninja. "But before you go... Ninja! Look who I brought, I brought L.A.B. to see you!"
As I turned the corner Ninja recognized me and stood straight up with the multiple tubes sticking out of him as if to gesture, 'ignore my condition, I'm good to go' like it was any other day in the gym or the park. I like that type of spirit in all my friends with vertebrae.