What can I say? It's a cat that makes an alligator back down. Talk about balls.
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Cat Stands His ground Against Alligator
Posted on 11/21/2010 5:17:19 PM PST by OneVike
What can I say? It's a cat that makes an alligator back down. Talk about balls.
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Cat Stands His ground Against Alligator
Check out this cat that stands up to an alligator and makes him back down........
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That’s one stupid, but lucky cat...
Same technique used by this fearless little kitty against TWO gators.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M2Z0XdfO6vw&feature=related
Amazing. Cats are cool.
I posted this about my old cat from the country on another thread but I bet he could have taken the gator. Nothing scared him.
Well as a youngster on the farm, we had a orange mangy looking tabby with tuffs of fur missing, missing chunks of his left ear and blind in his right eye. Also about 3-5 inches of his tail was missing.
I learned NOT to pick him up (as he apparently did not like it) and in fact, not to even pet him unless he came and rubbed against your legs. Even then, a couple of quick pets was enough unless you wanted teeth with your hand.
He could and did run off dogs and anything else he didn’t much care for. He was not to be triffled with. He would often get in fights with other animals and have open wounds, but as my dad would say “Best leave him be.”
It seems to me ANY time one of those things comes around requires the discharge of firearms.
But then I’m a Yankee...
We had a big male cat that used to chase off dogs. He would jump on a high fence or tree and then leap on the backs of the dogs. We could hear the big dogs “yipe” all the way home. Poor things.
We had a cat like that, he was a big tom-cat. He weighed about 25 pounds and because he never used the litter box my Mom would not allow him on the house. He would actually sit on the cat litter box and go on the floor instead inside the box.
This was back in the late ‘60’s when I was a young boy back in Duluth Minnesota. One winter there were wild dogs were roaming the woods and killing dear. Our cat, we called him Snowball, drug a whole leg of a dear into our yard. Because it was winter, you could see large drag marks of a blood trail left behind where he dragged the leg. We lived at the end of town and we figure the wild dogs had killed the dear and the cat made off with a leg.
He would disappear for about a Month and we would think he was dead, then he would show up all tore up and bloody. We would nurse him back to health and he would go about his business of being the neighborhood Tom again taking care of all the felines in the area.
He was a long haired white angora cat that was actually all matted and dingy grey looking. He would get in fights with dogs and send them packing.
One day he just never came back. We figure he finally met his match and went home to that great cat house in the sky. I loved that cat. In the winter I would sneak him into the house because it would be like 30 degrees below zero, and I felt bad. The next day my Mom would get all mad at me because the cat was crapping all over the floor just beside the kitty litter box.
Great cat, and good memories.
Some times it’s just destiny to be someone else’s lunch.
That alligator didn’t look very hungry.
That’s cause those folks feed him chicken.
Why mess with the cat when the nice folks is going to give you some fresh, feathered chicken.
Thanks for the ping!
That is one brave cat!
Alligator understand “claw” real well
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