The pic reminds me of something that happened at the ranch in Arkansas...
My daughter was a toddler and followed me around as I got things done. One day I had to adjust things in the wellhouse and the well was in a pasture adjoining the house. I took a bucket full of grain with me to dump in the washtub we kept there. I dumped the grain and took my daughters hand and we walked to the well house. I looked up within a minute and my daughter was gone. Looking around the well house, I saw her pudgy little legs and her stooped over into the grain tub, slinging grain happily, and a cow coming at a steady pace to the grain.
I wasn't the only one that saw my daughter... and the cow coming. The cat was on the way, accelerating so fast that she was leaving rooster trails of grass in the air behind her. The cat positioned herself at the bottom of the tub and spit and slashed the air with her claws at the cow... and the cow hesitated and stopped in her tracks. When I got there the cat ran for the house.
That cat was amazing. She would walk around with us, especially if we were walking the gravel road to pick wild strawberries. Every time we saw a copperhead the cat would be between us and the snake.
A stray Siamese that showed up at the place one day and stayed because we fed it.