We have a cat who is the Female personification of Greebo. She is named TigerLily and until I came along and finally had her fixed, she was THE BOSS of all our barn cats. ( a fluctuating number anywhere between 10 and 30 at any given time ) We kept her indoors for her last litter of kittens, and we lived in fear of her the whole winter. She is EVIL Incarnate.
We were not allowed to leave the kitchen without dropping a tidbit, Even if we only got coffee, or she would swipe at our legs and remove a good bit of meat anyway.
She rubs yer legs as though she is a good kitty, but after her "I have been petted, coddled enough" (an indeterminate time) meter goes off, Here comes the Gore. She is still kicking although it has been three years since we were forced to banish her outdoors again and she wanders about the farm now. The other cats sort of told her to Push Off, so she frequents the habitation of the Paintball field eating her daily ration of dry food and all the baby animals, birds, badgers, wolverines, and occasional Grizzly Bear
I have to warn people every weekend that she Will want to be petted, and Will try to kill you while you are doing it. She is still the Undisputed Queen of this 51 acre chunk of land and lets Everyone know it... unless they have a hot dog or a roast chicken on them and they are safe until it hits the ground and heaven help them if they dont back off.
I see her as the Xena Warrior Princess style of Leather Corset dress with the appropriate scars, but only in complimetary places.
Aha! So, Bob's yer uncle... very clever.