Hate might not be the right word, but he sure screeches whenever he spies one. He's figured out that Freak is usually hiding under the deck or the big shed. When we go out he makes a point to snuffle at all the deck/shed openings. If he catches a whiff of the Freak he starts to holler, no doubt scaring her out of a couple more lives.
He has the stray cats in a state of panic, too. In the evenings they creep along the treeline next to the deck in the hope of getting a shot at Freak's cat food. If Bonzi happens to be on the barbecue patio and spots one he lets out a ferocious squawl. It scares the crap out of the little buggers.
The barn cats are wary, too. We rarely see the ugly black one that used to saunter in an out like she owned the place. The kittens cleared out a couple of weeks ago, too.
We keep Bonzi on a leash, or course, so he won't actually hurt any of these interlopers. We don't want to be picketed by animal rights activists.
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