It's common knowledge that people purchase dogs for home protection purposes. But what about cats?
When I was living alone in DC, I had some problems with noise from the pipes in the walls. The building hired a plumber, and he was super creepy. He went into my private things while I was out and then told me about it when I got back.
When he finished with his work, he wouldn't leave! He just kept standing in my foyer, trying to make small talk. After about ten minutes, my cat Daria had had enough. She reared up and clawed him in both knee caps.
Understandably, he took that as his cue to exit.
It's one of the most awesome things I've ever seen, especially considering that she never once scratched me or any of my friends. Have you ever had a cat protect you?
I never had my cat protect me. I've never had the opportunity to experience this, though.
I'm not surprised to hear this happened to you, though. Cats sometimes get a bad reputation but they're really loyal pets. They know who feeds and takes care of them. Your cat was just paying it forward for all the good things you've done.
I agree. Daria was a fiercely loyal cat. And also just generally fierce. When we moved to northern Louisiana a few years later, she developed a penchant for fighting raccoons. She would growl at them through the windows of my 1970's Airstream camper, and do everything in her power to get out and fight them.
Once, when I was barring the exits so that she wouldn't run out and get mauled by a raccoon twice her size, she jumped through a small cutout square at key-level in the screen door. It was a pretty incredible feat.
The even more incredible feat was that she somehow came back without so much as a scratch. No garbage was stolen that day.
I feel like pets have personalities, just like humans do. Some cats are loyal protectors, some are belly rub fiends, some hide under the couch ninety percent of the time. I hope I get to hear some stories of other peoples' cats protecting them. I love stories of animals acting outside of the stereotypes that humans give them.
When we moved to northern Louisiana a few years later, she developed a penchant for fighting raccoons. She would growl at them through the windows of my 1970's Airstream camper, and do everything in her power to get out and fight them. 
