Attempted Murder

We had a close call this week....
It all started when Larry, Greyson and I were taking Oreo and Quark for a walk down into the trees. We had walked down the trail and out into the trees when I noticed a doe grazing at the end of the trail. And then I saw her fawn that still had some white spots on it. Both deer heard us coming and the fawn bounded up the hill a little ways while the mother stayed put and then continued grazing. Meanwhile, Cleo had been out in the trees and had heard us coming down the trail. Wanting to come join the group she started meowing and slowly wandering through the woods towards the trail to find us. Since the deer apperently didn't mind us standing there I started calling Cleo so she could find us. Cleo then procedded to wind her way out of the trees, meowing the entire time, and headed directly for the doe, apperantly unaware of the deers presence at the end of the trail. Expecting the doe to bolt as the cat approached, I was shocked at the events that unfolded. The doe rose up in an attampt to stomp Cleo into the ground. Cleo, while being shocked by the deers prescence, managed to dodge the first attempted attack. Cleo then weeved back and forth as the deer matched her every move. I stood in shock for a few moments and then started yelling at the deer to leave my cat alone (mostly because I didn't want the vet bill if Cleo got injured). Finaly the deer quit her persuit and the mom and baby went up the hill to another part of the trees. Cleo survived thanks to her quick sprinting abilities and my yelling at the vicous deer. Greyson got his knife out so that we would be armed for the trip back to the house. Needless to say, I don't venture out into the woods anymore.