Killer bunny
When I was a child, I was the proud owner of the most psychotic rabbit the world had ever seen.

She was extremely territorial over her hutch, her food bowl, everything. She was also a bit thick, and hadn't worked out that when you removed the food bowl from the hutch in the morning, it was odds on that within five minutes it would return with food in it. Therefore, in order to remove said food bowl without losing an arm, you had to don a pair of heavy-duty elbow-length gardening gloves and hope for the best. She'd start growling as soon as you came within a few feet of the hutch (oh yes, growling!) and by the time you'd actually opened the door and reached in there, all hell would have broken loose.

Remember the killer rabbit in Monty Python and the Holy Grail? Scarier.

Anyway, my parents were quite keen on letting my killer rabbit run around their garden. This was partly because of her habit of annihilating dandelions, but mostly because of her ability to beat up cats.

We used to have a major problem with cats climbing the fence into our garden and shitting in the flowerbeds. Within weeks of letting this hardcore bunny out of its run, the neighbourhood cats were all steadfastly avoiding our garden. Think about it - if you were minding your own business taking a crap and some vicious furry creature came up and savaged you, you wouldn't go back to that toilet, would you?

Killer bunny died at the age of three after trying to take on a fox. I'm actually surprised she didn't win the fight.
(grandmasterfluffles Come to my Armageddon party on, Fri 8 Jun 2007, 11:37, Reply)