It is guarded by a monster which is initially unknown.
King Arthur and his knights are led to the cave by Tim the Enchanter and find that they must face this guardian beast.
Tim verbally paints a picture of a terrible monster with "nasty, big, pointy teeth!", so terrifying that Sir Robin soils his armour at the mere description.
When the guardian appears to be an innocuous white rabbit, surrounded by the bones of the fallen, Arthur and his knights no longer take it seriously.
Ignoring Tim's warnings ("a vicious streak a mile wide!"), King Arthur orders Bors to chop the rabbit's head off.
Bors confidently approaches it, sword drawn, and is immediately decapitated by the rabbit biting clean through his neck, to the sound of a can opener.
Despite their initial shock, Sir Robin soiling his armor again, and Tim's loud scoffing, the knights attack in force.
But the rabbit injures several of the knights and kills Gawain and Ector with ease.
The knights themselves have no hope of killing or injuring the rabbit.
Arthur panics and shouts for the knights to "Run away!".
Knowing they cannot risk attacking again, they try to find another way to defeat the beast. The Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch is ultimately used to kill the rabbit and allow the quest to proceed.
Feral house cats and loose dogs are shot on site in the rural areas around here. For good reason.
House cats are no slouches. My aunt regularly feeds a semi-feral cat that comes and goes as he feels like it. He routinely leaves presents of freshly-killed mice and various birds at her doorstep.
I saw “remorseless killing machine” and thought this was a thread about Hillary. But then I realized they also said Adorable.
I’ve read about these elsewhere. They have an incredible 60% successful kill rate when they make a strike. Doesn’t sound like much until you compare it to a wolf (15%), lions in packs (20%), or even falcons (50%).
Lot of punch in a small package.
Nah. If it were really that deadly, it would live in Australia.
Ah, nice kitty!
What a cutie
Reminds me of a cross between a Black and Gray Tabby (we generically called’ed Toms growing up - though I know that is considered a term for males of any type) and an ocelot.
I’d love to have a cat that looks like that!
Good kitty!
My old Tom Cat would just lay under a tree with squirrels in it. He pretended to be dead. He might lay there for a couple of hours. The squirrel would finally come down to "check it out." Dead squirrel!