Cat 3 couldn't end me. I could kick his ass with one hoof tied behind my back.
Cat 2...besides being one smart motherfucker, he's huge and double-pawed with like a dozen claws on each paw. He could end a whole herd of caos, either by plain violence or by making plans and hiring a hitman.
Cat 1 would be a more realistic match. He's average sized, a little fat, normal claws, not the fiercest hearted beast around...he grew up spoiled by wifey and me, his only opponent being Cat 0, who was very small and declawed and a scaredy cat, and he has never really met with any real threats, but he dispatches mice readily.
Anyway, the situation is definitely improving. Sometimes they are downright friendly, sometimes they hiss or yowl at each other, and I heard one hell of a fight a little while ago.
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