My sister's cat is a mouser and at some point he learned how to catch them w/o killing them. He likes to bring them inside and let them loose to run around under the furniture.
Anyway, one day he caught a little gopher, and man was that thing pissed. They were facing off and I still remember how impressive and silly it looked when the gopher stood up and roared at the cat. It was super high-pitched but unmistakably a roar. The cat blinked! (But only for a moment. The gopher was really small. She got the lil guy away from the cat and put it back outside. But at one point it was under her bed doing the "E.T. among the stuffed animals" routine with the junk under there. Oh look! That's not a wadded-up sock that's the gopher!)
Anyway, one day he caught a little gopher, and man was that thing pissed. They were facing off and I still remember how impressive and silly it looked when the gopher stood up and roared at the cat. It was super high-pitched but unmistakably a roar. The cat blinked! (But only for a moment. The gopher was really small. She got the lil guy away from the cat and put it back outside. But at one point it was under her bed doing the "E.T. among the stuffed animals" routine with the junk under there. Oh look! That's not a wadded-up sock that's the gopher!)