Here's why:
Every day when I come home from work, I have some play time with my 2-year-old calico, "Daisy". Yesterday I paid attention to here while we were play-fighting and I've come to the conclusion that cats are Mixed Martial Artists......
I started off by sweeping my hand across the floor in front of her, then back and forth. She would slap at me and hit my hand almost every time. Cats have incredible striking speed and accuracy! You are hit before you even know what happened. They can also strike equally well with either paw!
After a bit of this, I ball up my fist and shake it in front of her... this is when she traps my fist in a clinch that would make any Muay Thai fighter proud. Both paws wrapped around my fist, claws locking it in tight, then she pulls it close to her for the attack (with teeth instead of elbows and knees, of course). I have to say that her clinch was good and she attacked me as soon as she got me into it.
I broke free from the clinch after I got tired of her teeth in my knuckles, then I took my hand back and went for the takedown. Grabbed her on the side, flipped her over on her back, then excecuted my super "tickles" technique. I now had the upper hand.... or so I thought...
Truth is, cats are most comfortable fighting on their back... she was the one with the upperhand, not me! She had me just where she wanted me.... she had all her weapons now.... paws, feet, and teeth! She wrapped her arms and legs around my whole arm, then started chewing me up! I lifted up my arm but she was still latched on..... she was going for the submission!! I tried to flip her over and she just twisted her body and spun around right back into position. I broke free, she clinched my fist, pulled it towards her, then on her back she went for more attacks.
I eventually shook her off and we went back to cuddling up on the chair and watching a crappy movie on Showtime, but I gained a new respect for my 6-pound furry friend. Cats can strike, clinch and grapple with the best of them. Just imagine if she was about 200 pounds instead of 6!!!!
I think I may talk her into teaching her deadly art to humans. I'm sure that for enough cans of tuna, I could get in on all the secrets
Every day when I come home from work, I have some play time with my 2-year-old calico, "Daisy". Yesterday I paid attention to here while we were play-fighting and I've come to the conclusion that cats are Mixed Martial Artists......
I started off by sweeping my hand across the floor in front of her, then back and forth. She would slap at me and hit my hand almost every time. Cats have incredible striking speed and accuracy! You are hit before you even know what happened. They can also strike equally well with either paw!
After a bit of this, I ball up my fist and shake it in front of her... this is when she traps my fist in a clinch that would make any Muay Thai fighter proud. Both paws wrapped around my fist, claws locking it in tight, then she pulls it close to her for the attack (with teeth instead of elbows and knees, of course). I have to say that her clinch was good and she attacked me as soon as she got me into it.
I broke free from the clinch after I got tired of her teeth in my knuckles, then I took my hand back and went for the takedown. Grabbed her on the side, flipped her over on her back, then excecuted my super "tickles" technique. I now had the upper hand.... or so I thought...
Truth is, cats are most comfortable fighting on their back... she was the one with the upperhand, not me! She had me just where she wanted me.... she had all her weapons now.... paws, feet, and teeth! She wrapped her arms and legs around my whole arm, then started chewing me up! I lifted up my arm but she was still latched on..... she was going for the submission!! I tried to flip her over and she just twisted her body and spun around right back into position. I broke free, she clinched my fist, pulled it towards her, then on her back she went for more attacks.
I eventually shook her off and we went back to cuddling up on the chair and watching a crappy movie on Showtime, but I gained a new respect for my 6-pound furry friend. Cats can strike, clinch and grapple with the best of them. Just imagine if she was about 200 pounds instead of 6!!!!

I think I may talk her into teaching her deadly art to humans. I'm sure that for enough cans of tuna, I could get in on all the secrets

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