My "DH" just left the house, only to be confronted by one of the neighbours on our driveway. She was hissing and spitting at him and stood her ground.
He could have walked past and ignored, or he could have chased her off, but no, he stood there wimpering like a baby, until I went out and shooed her away.
Two of the other neighbours were stood there laughing too.
I should point out now, that "DH" means Darling Hound... a 25 kilo lump of a staffie, and the neighbour is a fluffy black and white cat! 