One of the cats we had when I was a kid used to take pleasure in beating up the next dorr neighbour's alsatian 
That's nothing. Our cat used to chew the leg off an Irish navvie for breakfast, lick up the sump oil from the local garage, wander back home with an infant from the school between it's teeth, chuck it over t'neighbour's fence, fertilise the allotments and then come home and lie on the sofa watching daytime TV 'til supper.
