Yep ... this, all of this. I had a cat growing up, her name was Princess ... and I saw her outrun just about everything. And catch just about everything. She was a scrapper and had a notch out of her ear to prove it; and she was smart. I saw her once sitting under a tree being nonchalant, grooming herself and just being cool about life. Well, there was this blue jay in the tree. And the blue jay was yakking at her and my Princess just ignored him. So then he started swooping at her. She went about her business like he wasn't there. And he kept swooping lower, and lower, and lower ... BAM! She gave that jay a swat and lucky for him she didn't snag him with a claw or it would have been all over for him. Lesson learned. But I wasn't a fan of the dead rat she brought home one day and left in the backyard to almost be mowed over. She fought the rat ... and won.