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Watched from my kitchen window as my dad and my dog were chased by a skunk. It was exactly like a comedy sketch. First it was dog barking at skunk with dad yelling from the side door. Then it was skunk chasing dog, dog chasing skunk with dad chasing dog. Then the tables were turned, and my dad was being chased by the skunk.
It was glorious. I remember it taking ages before they could get safely inside. My dad was pissed at the time. They both were partially sprayed, but I don't remember it being that bad of an aftermath. We laugh about it now.
When I was a teen we had adopted a neighborhood stray Maine Coon named Barney. He was a big cat. Well one day I heard screaming from the back yard and ran to the window only to see my mom running from Barney. My mom NEVER ran and was very mellow 99% of the time. I had to laugh seeing this cat that barely came up to her calf chasing her around the yard while she "ran for her life". In his defense Barney liked to chase us kids around and we sort of trained him to do it by chasing him too. It became his play.
I asked her later why she was so scared and she just said "Well the cat was chasing me!" and I responded "What was he going to do? Nibble your ankles?"
And he never looked at tomato juice the same way ever again
And he had to sleep in the garage for 3 days.