Coffee powered bobcat domestic mix with the bug eye out for some turkey breast from my sandwich.
I lost, horrifically.
After the docs removed the arm of the couch from my digestive tract, and they reattached my left arm below the elbow, the docs asked me how many men were involved in the attack.
I said it was my cat.
The first responders stated that the cat was as polite and friendly as could be.
I get out of the psych ward next year.
...they taste just like chicken!
That, is a good one!