Self-defence for the house-cat.
Here we see our hero waking up after a quiet nap (long yoga session) only to find himself attacked by that natural enemy of the brave cat - The Pampas-grass Stalker!!!: {cue dramatic music}
Quick thinking and rapid of jaw, our hero goes straight for the toughest bit (stalks not having jugulars):
But wait! The dastardly stalker gets a vegetative judo-grip in and Rover finds himself on his back Oh no!
Front paws bravely grasp one end, one hind leg is necessary to subdue the
other, this fight seems to finally be going in his favour:
The nerve of the villain breaks (as does most of the whole protagonist...)
And it flees over the back of the sofa, threatening revenge another time.
Tune in next time, when you'll hear Rover say....
"Where's my tea! It's been *minutes*!"
And then there's the wonderful game of trying to clear small bits of straw
from *everywhere* while the cat thinks it's a grand new game and pounces
on all and everything. He does love finding a whole stalk - proudly carries it
inside and spends hours shredding it.
Good thing I'm not houseproud.