This one earned its stripes rough-housing in the mean streets of Patmos, eventually taking on the resident capo with seventeen claws and an oily slice of drugged spanakopita. Any human who tries to domesticate this beast will find their roast chicken has been dragged off to a quiet corner for prolonged sideways chewing and the end product deposited none too neatly on their pillow. The mew is long, atonal and furnished with an undercurrent of menace, while the brush has been modified with generous use of carbon fibre to enable deft leaps between castellations. This is undoubtedly the animal of choice for the feral connoisseur and carries a price tag to match, like your gamma-challenged iMac
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