I’ve never seen a cat kill anything larger than itself. I imagine a tuna out of water would just beat the cat to death.
Catman could. If he was prepared.
The tuna would eat the cat, and it would develop a taste for cat. It would go back to its tuna friends and create a system to establish a beachhead and aggressively hunt cats and other felines. The tuna will construct a series of breathing apparatus with kelp. They will be able to trap certain amounts of oxygen. It’s not gonna be days at a time. An hour? Hour forty-five? No problem. That will give them enough time to figure out where the cats live, go back to the sea, get some more oxygen, and stalk them. The cats just lost at their own game. They’re outgunned and out-manned.
I’d like to see this tunatry their macho head games against this cat. All bets are off - unless the tuna has a pack of dolphins protecting him. But what about a giant cat, in a diving bell, with a chicken-flavored button that fires a spear gun?
Aww…I have met Maine Coon cats and there are lovers, not fighters.
Truly some of the most pleasant cats I have ever met. I love them (never had one but I have wanted to).
My cat was half that size and an evil bitch (she loved me and would curl up on me…hated pretty much every other living thing on the planet). She had attitude and despite the size I suspect would own a Maine Coon.
*they’re
:smack:
The tuna would be more likely to kill a cat.
You’re going to make me cry – my little Gertrude was a mutt with strong Maine Coon/Nowegian Forest Cat tendencies.
Saddest thing this year – there was a laminated poster for a missing Maine Coon in my neighborhood, and even sadder, I thought I found her, but she was an Abyssian (whatever those big ones with blue eyes and light coloring, not tabby, are called). Who the Hell leaves their cats outside during the rain storms, and needs so much attention that she cries out over the staircase and lets me pet her for what seems like hours?
Damn – I’m grabbing a can of tuna and try to lure that one into my place. She’ll be happier there. (Kidding – I’m not a poacher, but it’s fun to pretend).
Which itself is a waste of effort when instead it could learn how to operate a human.
Actually, they did. But they could never get conclusive results because until they looked in the tank, the cat was the victor, the tuna was the victor, neither was the victor, and both were the victor.
Probably the dorsal guiding flippers.
If the “cat” were a Bengal tiger…
What if the tuna choked on the cat and died. Does that count?