There are two types of cat in Croatia: fluffy cute house-pet cats, and mangy one-eared alley-cats. The alley cats tend to be pretty fierce. I've learned never ever to sneak up on one to try and pet it. Nope. And to never corner one. And certainly to never go near its food. And if encountering one rummaging around in the garbage bin...that I should back away slowly and then run.
Recently, an alley-cat has been hanging around our neighbourhood and it appears that in addition to ticks and fleas and crazy eyes, this cat has a personality disorder. I only studied human psychology back in my university days, but I think that I can safely say that this cat has borderline personality disorder, and probably narcissistic personality disorder, and um, he seems to be talking to invisible other cats.
I also firmly believe that he swore at me and gave me the equivalent of the finger when I caught him lapping away at the cooked lentils I had put outside to cool. I went outside and yelled at him to get away, and with not one word of exaggeration, he looked at me with his non-mangled eye, sneered, and went back to eating the lentils. So I had to swat at him with my slipper. And all he did was jump off the table, growl and hiss at me, then strut off slowly while making nasty meowing remarks at me.
I was shocked. Who knew cats liked lentils?