RIARRRRRWWW!! Don't mess with Leon

Outfoxed! Fearless cat turns guard dog as he chases intruder off his land

Leon the Norwegian Forest Cat outfoxed his furry rival
The cat chased an intruding fox off his owner's land in Norway

By SARA MALM

PUBLISHED: 08:16 GMT, 9 October 2013 | UPDATED: 11:03 GMT, 9 October 2013

History tells us that Vikings are not ones to cross, a lesson hard learned by this fox who dared tresspass on the land of a Norwegian Forest Cat.

Leon the cat did not take lightly to the wild fox approaching his owner's bins and looked more like a mountain lion as he launched himself after the intruding predator.

Leon had no problem showing the fox who was boss, and swiftly chased the fox off his owner's property in Troms, northern Norway.




Supercat: There is no mistaking the fear in the fox's eyes as he realises he has messed with the wrong cat

Leon the lion: The cat dashed after the fox with the fearlessness of a much larger feline and chased it down




Outfoxed: The fox bitterly regretted his decision to ever come near Leon's owner's bins

Owner Evy Hind, 48, caught the moment Leon turned guard cat outside her house, using lightning speed to run down the fox.

It is clear the fox was in no mood to mess with this killer cat as he quickly sprinted off.

Evy was enjoying her morning coffee on the porch when the drama unfolded.

She said four-year-old Leon has always been known for being a bit of a grumpy cat, not afraid to throw his weight around to get his way.

The terrified Mr Fox: The fox appears to be barking for mercy as Leon nips at his tail as to get him off the grass outside his owner's house in Troms, Norway

Closing in: It takes a pretty brave creature to stand up to Leon - and this fox was not among them

Off he goes: The fox runs as fast as his legs can carry him with Leon at his heels




Protector of the realm: Norwegian Forest Cat Leon looks on as the fox runs off into the distance


The housewife said: ‘Leon chased and followed the fox that came into our yard, he doesn't like foxes and they went at it like cats and dogs.

‘With his big hair Leon obviously looks pretty scary because the fox which was bigger than him was obviously scared of a fight.

‘The fox came into his territory so Leon went into battle mode, I ended up having a super morning with a cup of coffee and my camera.’

Leon is a Norwegian Forest Cat, a breed known for its lion-like features and long hair. Is the breed's name alludes, it is especially adapted to live in the cold Norse climate with its long hair and sturdy body.

It is thought its ancestors served as mouse catchers on Viking ships and that the modern Norwegian Forest Cat's ancestors are the 'mountain-dwelling fairy cat' referred to in Norse legends.

Facebook: yet another riveting post

(Names removed to protect ME. I just cannot figure out why any sane person would discuss this on Facebook!)

     I got sized for new bras over the weekend... because weight fluctuates/moves. I went to a small locally owned lingerie company that sells super nice bras for every size and the new ones are so comfortable... but I only bought 3 because (of course) they're really too expensive to buy more than that at one time. Three bras covers most of my needs, but philosophical question (asked as I fold laundry) how many sizes to the side should I keep as extras? Currently my collection has four different sizes--and the new ones make a fifth... le sigh.

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     The struggle is real. If they are more than a cup size off donate them. Lots of domestic violence shelters really need bras, so that's one way to get rid of them.
 

    But seriously, by the time I can afford the number of bras I would actually like I've already changed sizes again. I know there are some people out there who are the same size for years but... not me.
    

     It's been a fortunate life, I've worn the same size bra for 45 years, since I was 20

        
      Lucky!

        I know that feel. I think I went up a cup size every year at Hamp.

  
  Yep, mind I didn't get my first bra until I was seventeen and then only one.....

   So the theory is you're supposed to have a few so that the elastic can bounce back before the next wear (you don't have to wash bras every time you wear them). Then I like a light one, a dark one, a few pretty ones to make me feel good on silly days, and a strapless one... Which adds up to like 5 or 6 in optimum rotation.
   

    I bought 10 pairs at half price, $30 each and still have three pairs not yet worn, all colours, satin and Lacey pretty ones, when I wash them I make sure they are washed in a bra bag and are hung by the under length with two soft pressure pegs

Facebook: just because we care

"Margaret, we care about you and the memories you share here," says Facebook to me on a desolate Monday. The notice just appears out of nowhere, popping up and interrupting my news feed. So they post something from two years ago that they assume I would want to see again.

Well, I think I'll go on living, folks, knowing somebody "cares about me" and the memories I share here. The thing they thought I'd like to look back on from two years ago was a chart which illustrated the inbreeding of Charles II of Spain, with a family tree in which half his relatives were either first cousins or uncle-niece combinations. 

It gave me a warm and lint-covered feeling to realize that Facebook cared enough - yes, CARED enough about me individually, as a person, to carefully select this damp and frothy memory. No doubt their loving, even tender choice revealed much about me, someone who shares special, nay, irreplaceable memories with her many thousands of Facebook friends on a daily or perhaps hourly or even moment-by-moment basis. But even more caring are all those ads for Walmart which they keep blasting in my face twenty times a day. Nice to know they're thinking of me as a potential market for corporate advertising - not just now, but always.

When I deleted this thing, a notice came up in bold type that said, "We're sorry, we know we don't always get it right." I heard muffled sobbing in the background. Or is that just the ever-present hum of the Facebook engine? Whatever, the statement was designed to produce a little twinge of bad feeling, something that would stay with you all day and just blight your joy a little, a sense you'd somehow been insensitive and done something gratuitously hurtful and wrong. 

Don't worry, the good folks at Facebook are apologetic and contrite, and just beating themselves up for doing this to you - but hey, didn't they do it just to please you, to make your day a little brighter? So if you don't appreciate their honest efforts to cheer you and make you a welcome part of Facebook Nation, doesn't that say something about YOU? Did you ever stop to think what a shit you are?

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