Well, I'm still mourning a cat I had 20 years ago, a yellow Manx tom, who was utterly fearless (read: completely psychotic)
That cat had a talent for violent destruction of anything that you put in front of him.
a very similar cat from the same general gene pool made it onto the TV news by scaring a BEAR up a tree in sussex NJ, then kieeping the bear treed for most of a day.
I once say my cat "run over" a rabbit and he literally Kicked the rabbit in half as he passed over it. To this day I regret letting that cat get neutered.
It was the vary last cat I'll allow that to happen to...
As I told the vet who wanted (insistantly) to neuter my late grey tiger "You can neuter him.... but afterwards I neuter you." (delivered deadpan calm)
Anyway My yellow manx cat was a kind of fur covered grenade.
short tempered downright nasty cat, but he had loyalty in equal ammount I'd get home from work and if I had a window (or my moon roof) open I'd have a cat in my lap before I could come to a complete stop.
It's quite a thing to drive up my (at the time) long driveway and
see a flying yellow streak comming across the yard bound onto the hood of my car and fly through the open sunroof on a ballistic arc.
If he wanted to be picked up you'd better bend down and pick him up or he'd pick himself up right up your leg and up your chest and get right up in your face to complain about being ignored.(this was particularly bad if you were wearing shorts)
what was far worse was not putting him down quickly enough when he wanted down (Se Habla "Emergency Room"?)
Or making the mistake of putting him on your LEFT shoulder
instead of your right shoulder (putting him on your left would precipitate blood loss through claw and tooth marks.)
Crazy animal.
and about a subtle as a land mine.
But we could actually have a garden without the rabbits eating it all as soon as the shoots came up.
AD