Interesting that, Ron. In my experience, most cats with attitiude are wiry little devils. The big ones I've met have been gentle giants. My last and greatest moggy was a skinny hooligan called Percy who would go for anything. He and his brother turned up at my door one day, asking to be let in. They were the two survivors from a litter one of the local strays produced. Used to regularly catch and kill pigeons (which were bigger than him) and drag them in throught the cat flap, leaving a trail of gore and feathers. Did for a number of the local grey squirrels, too. I met him once in the street covered in blood. I thought it was his and he'd been in an accident. Grabbed him in a panic and examoined him (while he swore and scratched me to ribbons). Couldn't find a mark on him. When I went into the house, there was his latest victim - a sqirrel - on the kitchen floor. What a sod - loved him to bits. Broke my heart when he died. Haven't had a moggy since.
