He was a stray kitten that I adopted, and was a very feisty kitten; always fighting with my fully grown cat, and even picking on the dog, he is scared of nothing, and an amazing escape artist to boot (I just count myself lucky he liked us enough to keep coming back).
He's currently the (less than) proud owner of a cone of shame, and locked away in my bedroom. Living up to his namesake he still loves a good ol' scrap with the local cats and foxes.
One such event didn't pay off for him however, as we ended up down the vets because he got an abscess on his cheek. Turns out part of a claw was still embedded in him, which would have likely caused reinfections/worsening conditions had it not been treated.
It's been around a week of recovery now, and he's due to be free again this Saturday; so I apologise to the local cat and fox populations in advance.
“I see you’ve learned nothing from my instructions, pitiful human, and see fit to fetter me with this ridiculous, absurd contraption. Mark well my words: you will regret deeply the foolishness of your actions, and so too will your offspring. Do not bother praying, there exist no gods that will save you.”