Mjolnir trotted into the farmer's yard and headed for the shed behind the house where the little mountain feist was confined. He jumped onto the chair beside the door, stood on his hind quarters and pushed on the oblong block of wood that served as a latch. The door swung open. The dog within looked up in surprise as Mjolnir jumped down into the opening, raised his tail, sprayed the door-facing, then took off running like a bat out of hell. The feist sprang after him, outraged at the temerity of the old cat.

Calling on sources of strength and stamina not available to other cats, Mjolnir headed back up the holler to Aunt Cathy's, the little mountain feist running hard behind him.