When I was about ten years old, I remember an English teacher of mine telling me that a cat that lived in the Middle Ages took against a knight, jumped in his helmet (through the vizor I suppose) and killed him. I didn’t believe that tale, but last week I started reading A High Wind in Jamaica, and there’s a famous cat in that story who goes around killing rattlesnakes for a hobby. He climbs a tree, waits for the snake, then falls from a branch right on top of the slithering thing, and kills it. So you never know. When one of the snakes bites him, he simply goes into the Jungle and finds a special root to eat and cures himself. Nice!