Being a blog post concerning several recreations falling a few rings short of the Olympic pantheon

From The Six Demon Bag:

He is reluctant to call himself a human fox, but several times a year John Whetton is chased through the British countryside by scarlet-coated huntsmen and their packs of hounds. |The Globe and Mail|

Okey dokey.

Speaking of teh sport, last night while listening to the garbage cans flying around in the alley below my bedroom window I started wondering why it is that we have cock figts, dog fights, and people fights, but no cat fights. My guess is that the answer has something to do with caterwauling. You gotta admit, though, that felis catus is pretty darn fierce when he gets riled up.