My cat, Navidad, used to be feral. My Mom caught and spayed her and her sister when they were little and named them Feliz and Navidad (probably because they had their reproductive organs removed on Christmas and they scratched her up pretty badly). Feliz was always the nice one, so of course she got eaten first. Navi, on the the other hand, wasn't so nice and she's still with us today (maybe I'm supposed to take something from this?), and man. She is still a fighter. Last night, a raccoon came up and ate her food right in front of her. She was pissed, but this was a pretty good sized raccoon- about four times her size. She didn't care. She, being the arrogant old freak she is, came up right next to it and SMACKED its face. Several times.
Fortunately for her, the raccoon just didn't seem to care. It just looked at her like "Dude, what's your problem?" and Mom scared them both away.
This little furball is fearless. She's like a fat, toothy little tornado of piss and arrogance, ready to show up on your porch and kick raccoon ass. Or yours.
NAVIDAD: RACCOON PUNCHER.
This little fatso will kick your raccoon's ass. Then eat all your cat food.
I'd breed her and create an army (and with it, millions of dollars.... Meeeeelions- mwahahah), but as explained earlier, this isn't an option. .....So I'll just have to clone her.
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