Dad's Boss Cat

My father had a huge Tom-Cat somewhere in the 25 lb range and it ruled the neighborhood.  No dog would come near.  If it did, the cat was on it like a lion on a leopard.  The birds, squirrels and chipmunks lived in fear, it often brought them home alive to give to my mom, maybe to clean and cook it for him, who knows.  It ruled the house also.  If it was in a chair, you left it there, otherwise suffering the consequences.  We came to visit one day and the cat was sitting in its chair, Lori, about a year old then, was placed on a blanket on the floor in the living room amongst us.  After a while, the cat leaped off the chair, landing on Lori's back and then bit her on the neck as if trying to kill a Impala.  Dad chased the cat out of the house, but he never did anything like that again.  On another occasion the whole family was there for a Sunday dinner.  My sister and her husband (Lee)came and wanting to sit down, he tried to move the cat off its chair .  The cat slapped him with its paw and left its mark. Lee, not to bright, reached down and grabbed cat around the neck and lifted it to his face saying something like, We'll show you who's boss.  The cat began pumping his back legs, digging his claws deeper and deeper into Lee's arm.  Lee kept squeezing, the cat kept clawing until the cat finally went limp and then he dropped it, saying with a smug smile " I guess I showed him", at which point the cat jumped straight up and latched to his arm with all four feet and claws digging in and then bit his hand between the thumb and fore-finger, all the was through.  Then just dropped to the floor and walked away saying, 'I'm still the boss here".  Lee's arm looked like it had just gone through a tree debarker. He lived to 20 something before he passed away, and never changed.