I've always liked that name, but he's a guy. And aggressive. Big ballbag hanging down. I've got the feeling that he's well used to being 'King Tom' around here for years.
I've usually gotta scan the yard (especially at night) and tell him to get lost before I let the terriers out. Not so much for
his sake but for
theirs. He could easily climb the fence, one of the many trees, the garden wall, atop a vehicle, or just RUN, but instead he
holds the yard as best he can, jumping around like a ninja at the terriers and screeching like a madman.

The dogs don't give an inch, either. They flip out and go into pack mode. It's a friggin mess I like to avoid.