Hi, my name is Layla and I hate my kitty. My former owner told my new mommy that I was OK with kitties, and that might have been true (I'll never tell!) but it was hate at first sight when I got to my new house in July and saw Itchy the cat. I went a little crazy and got in lots of trouble for chasing her, but no matter how much trouble I get into, I don't care, because I hate the kitty. Every day I hate her a little more.

A couple of times she had the NERVE to scratch my pretty little face with her nasty claws when I tried to bite her. That made me so angry I saw red… of course, that could have been the blood. I went to mommy for sympathy, but she told me that if I was too stupid to respect the claw, then I deserved a couple of scars. Doesn’t she know that she is harboring a demon from hell in her basement and that I am just doing my job by trying to get rid of it?!?!

So far, the cat demon had been able to avoid me, but I have come so close sometimes that I could almost taste her… I bet she would taste really good, too. Mommy said she is trying to find a new home for the demon cat and until then she has to stay in the basement. She always warns the kitty when it is time to let me out the dog door in the basement so the kitty has time to run and hide. I have plenty of free time every evening to look for her, though. I jumped up on the woodpile, because I know she sleeps there sometimes, and her scent was so strong I knew she had to be there, so I started looking under the logs and when I didn’t find her there, I ripped the insulation out of the ceiling to see if she was there. She wasn’t, but she might be some day! I also thought I smelled her on a window fan, but she wasn’t there, either, so I got so frustrated I bit it to pieces, which is what I would do to the demon cat if she would just let me catch her!

Mommy said I should share the pictures of what the basement looked like after a night of kitty hunting, so here they are. Aren’t I a good, smart, resourceful girl?

Layla the GSP

Age 2

Before

And after...

EEEEK

Did Layla get into that insulation ? 

Renee'

Yes... and I hope it itched a lot!!! BAD DOG!!!

Heh heh heh.... I love the folks that say "Oh, all it'll take is getting scratched by a cat real good and they'll leave 'em alone...."

That strategy might work for SOME GSPs, but sure as heck not all. I suspect mine have something in common with Layla- a cat fighting back would most likely be like pouring gasolene on a fire.

Way to go YOU CAT CHASER LAYLA  you absolutely ROCK!!!!  You have the TRUE CAT HIGH PREY SPIRIT Love, Rocky

awww   WHAT A DETERMINED GSP!  I can imagine your frustration!!  Hope you find  a good home for the kitty!

thanks!  Jackson seems to have a drive for cats in our neighborhood...and they stay away, but he is run by my long haired chihuahua....my husband says he is a pretty much a cat.  Jackson even lets him clean his ears and eyes etc.    But I would hate to see what would happen if a cat wondering beyond the fence into my backyard!!

I do... i posted several on pictures of my shorthair (he has some on the last few pages)  and also on sacked out shorthairs....and also on the big break post.    i think you can look up my posts by name and see them all.  Your dogs are beautiful!  I checked your webpage!!!

That is the funniest story coming from the dog!!

ALthough I would hate to have to clean up that mess.  Our male GSP we had HATED cats, to him they were prey the same as squirrels or any other varmint.  Any stray cat that came near the house was history.  He showed no fear or hesitation whatsoever, he even drug one out into the pond one time,as if to drown it.  That was weird. He was an excellent hunter and we took him out west to hunt pheasants once.  He spied a jackrabbit and couldn't help but try to get it.  Of course he couldn't catch it and he took off after it over the prairie, we could see two dots moving off into the distance, he totally ignored the shock collar.  We thought he was gone for sure, but kept blowing the whistle and came right back.  But we got many pheasant and grouse with him too.  He just couldn't tolerate a cat.

I took the following pictures at dusk, so they aren't the best quality, but here is the crater Layla made below my second story deck, which is the kitty's safe retreat:

She trampled the snow right into water while she was twirling, spinning & barking madly at the kitty on the deck:

Did I mention that the kitty moved to a new, crazy-dog-free home about a MONTH ago?!