Anyone who owns a house cat knows that cats are killing machines. Every day they size you up and decide they can’t kill you.
Oh, they know how to kill you- what they can’t figure out is who will operate the can opener when you’re gone.
I’m pretty sure the plan of attack involves tripping. Every time we go walking they spend all their time throwing themselves against my shins.
I call it plotting. I have three little hairy plotters in my house, two of witch are in and out ones so you know theys killas.
We just had a discussion on a pitbull thread where someone speculated on the carnage if house cats weighed 120 lbs like big dogs are. Your kitty kitty would make a meal out of you in no time flat. Between a 100 lb dog and a 100 lb cat, I think the cat wins 9 out of 10 of those fights. They ate superb killing machines. I mean, for one thing, I cant even begin to imagine how high or far a 100 lb weight-height proportionate cat could jump. Jumping on your roof or from it would likely be child’s play for a 100 lb kitty.
I had to stop putting out birdseed because my cats were killing the birds and the mate would chirp sadly all day in my back yard calling for their dead spouse.
It was a bummer on 2 levels.
And then the cats would lose interest, conceding the dead bird to my dogs, who would get in trouble. I think the cats did that on purpose because they hate the dogs.