Maybe we should title this thread A Moggy’s dreams? 
This is just too cute. My favorite is the one with the cat playing with the leopard’s tail in the tree.
Photoshopped of course. No moggies were endangered. LOL
Those are awesome! I think what makes it even awesomer is that I can see housecats actually trying that!
Quite adorable. And yeah, that looks like a kitty’s dreams after watching the National Geographic channel for a bit. 
Actually, wasn’t there a video recently of a house cat chasing a black bear out of a yard and down a road? I’ll have to Google “house cat chasing bear”.
Bears, leopards, pah; this cat is indestructible!
BWAHAHAHAHA! OMG that totally fucking rocks!
I hope my Wee Evil Beastie (hereafter The WEB) never sees those photos. She doesn’t need any encouragement.
You have one of those, too? My Widget would totally take on all comers. She’s had enough training already taking on the Head Bitch in Charge aka Maggie, who is NOT fond of being pounced on. 
I think all housecats have that attitude - I saw my cat looking like she was going to go take on a husky dog one day, no questions asked - the dog was on her turf, and she was going to take care of business. No kitty, you cannot go kill the large dog, even though he had the nerve to walk past your yard!
Wow. That video is fucked up on so many levels I can’t even begin to explain.
Also, that cat has got some major balls!
What makes it awesomer also is all the comments below yelling “PHOTOSHOP!!!”
Good name. Ours is the Murder Kitten. He purrs at you then he tries to eat your face.
And yeah, he’d try to take down a gazelle. No question. He’s 9 pounds of adorable fury.
The WEB earned that name the night she was 3 months old or so. She had come into my room while I was sleeping and was ganged up on and attacked by a shoelace from my running shoe and the cover of a paperback book that were on the floor. Her hissing and spitting woke me up so I stretched my head to watch. After a long, arduous battle, she emerged as the victor. She then scaled the comforter at the foot of my bed (she was too small to make it in a jump), walked over to my foot, walked up my side (I’m a side sleeper), triumphantly perched on my upper arm/shoulder, and looked down at me. And I swear, she said to me, “Some day, motherfucker, that’s going to be your ass!”
Thus, she became The Wee Evil Beastie. And I go to bed every night now knowing that some night, she’s going to murder me in my sleep.
My cat feels the need to murder sheets and blankets - I suppose she’s practicing for the day when she kills us in our sleep. 
Assault cat with folding stock (rear leg) and optical sight (two ears)
We once had a cat, PR. Short for Patricia’s Runt. This was Pat the Cat’s first litter, and when she was biting the umbilical cord for PR, she snapped her tiny back leg off at the joint. I guess you never miss what you never had, as this cat was an excellent hunter, tree climber and all around exuberant mess.
There is no delicate way to put this. You know how men have erections as the sleep? I woke up many nights to loud cursing, because PR had awoken my Dad in the worst possible way.
She also tamed several dogs in our house (all were crazy in their own regard, and well known in the neighborhood to not be fucked with), and a Maine Coon we adopted that weighed over 22 lbs. Yep, all 6 lbs of her. She lived to 19, when death had to sneak up on her in her sleep. I miss that cat!