Devil cat? Well, maybe there's some kitty crazy in the eyes….

Devil cat? Well, maybe there’s some kitty crazy in the eyes….

Shiny the cat looks innocent enough, but in England, where guns are really outlawed, this mild-looking moggy has been holding a whole village hostage.

A pet cat has been accused of launching a series of attacks across a village and putting residents and pets in hospital.

The black tom called Shiny has been nicknamed the ”Devil Cat” after being reported to the police fives times over its violent behaviour.

Locals say Shiny chases children, picks fights with dogs and even bursts into people’s homes to claw and scratch them.

Its victims say they are so scared they retreat behind locked doors and arm themselves with hoses and mugs of hot tea whenever they see the black cat prowling the streets.

Despite being reported to the police officers are powerless to act because laws designed to combat dangerous dogs do not apply to cats.

Shiny’s owners say they are trying to curb his behaviour and he has been neutered and booked in to see an animal psychologist.

But many residents in the Cornish village of Little Treviscoe want to see Shiny put down.

Victim Paula Burton, 42, was rushed to A&E in July after Shiny clawed her arms and legs. Miss Burton managed to fight him off but suffered bruising and cuts that required antibiotics.

via ‘Devil cat’ hospitalises villagers in attacking spree – Telegraph.

How ineffably British. They have nothing to fight this feline from Steven King with, but a cup of hot tea; and the bobbies would love to help, but they’re tied up in red tape. “It’s more than me job’s worth, missus”. (That sort of craven, contemptible character that says such a thing is known in English slang as a “Jobsworth,” naturally).

While it’s hard to take cat-scratch wounds terribly seriously, consider that Shiny and his millions of cousins come equipped with very sharp teeth in a mouth full of bacteria, very sharp claws which are themselves usually a petri dish of microbiological badness, and their own little microenvironment for mammalian parasites, some of whom would just as soon make their homes on, or in, a human.

Plus, there’s the annoyance and iritation of having one of these tuna-powered buzzsaws coming at you.

Of course, the logical answer: the family who own Shiny and have no trouble with him, keeping his neighbor-biting and -clawing self indoors, doesn’t seem to have been considered.

Now, we know some of the readers of this blog are or have been big-city cops in such garden spots as Detroit, Chicago and Houston. And we have to wonder what they think about the cops in Cornwall who’ve been called out five times to take statements from cat-attack victims. Our guess for what they think about a police force that has to deal with crises like that: “Are they hiring?”

Exercise for the reader: instead of a village in Cornwall, imagine Shiny pulling this stunt in, say, a village in West Texas.  What’s the over-under on Shiny’s life expectancy, and what caliber would the fatal wound be?

Disclaimer: No cats were harmed in the making of this blog post. We can’t vouch for injuries to English villagers.

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5 thoughts on “When guns are outlawed only outlaws will have cats


Cats are very clean, because they bury their poo (unlike Fido), and lick their paws.

Which means everything that came out the other end is now under the claws and on the tongue of Fluffy, along with all that semi-digested tuna. And lest we forget, cats are worse than three-year old humans about brushing after meals.

The only wounds considered dirtier than from animals like a cat are from snakes, spiders, and such, who share a similar rather omnivorous diet, and lack of dental hygiene, or actual human bites.

But one has to wonder, even in Cornwall, Britistan, why no one has simply used an expedient cricket bat or walking stick to send Shiny prowling around the Pearly Gates. I think when they had their weapons taken away, someone neutered the entire population as well when they weren’t looking.

Then again, anyone who’d call a cop to complain about a troublesome cat is as bleedingly stupid as someone who’d call them to get one out of a tree, so I’m thinking there’s a diet history involving lead paint chips thereabouts as well.


I live in a condo park thats next to a fairly large forested area and a flood control dam so theres plenty of wildlife around. There is quite an extensive jumble of rocks and boulders at the edge of the parking lot that serve as housing for a large number of raccoons and assorted critters. One of the neighbors has a semi feral cat that is probably the meanest sumbitch in the whole area. I’ve watched him sit on the rocks and hang out with the raccoons and sometimes join them on dumpster raiding adventures. That just aint normal. The coyotes dont even seem a concern to him. When I walk my dogs I give him a wide berth because as a former cat owner(as much as one can own a cat) I dont trust any of them. Some of ’em just aint right in the head.


i love cats- dead ones


Lovely people but most anyone with balls was left in a French graveyard.


One wonders if there’s a Scot with a golf club who would take this on contract.