A long time ago I stopped by a gas station to get something to drink. One of the clerks came out of the storage room and slammed the door behind her as if the hounds of hell were on the other side. Talking to the other clerk, she said she didn't know what to do, she would pay somebody to get that wildcat out of there. I had never seen a Bobcat, and wondered how one got in to the store, much less allowed itself to be cornered in a back room. Turns out they meant wild cat, just a stray, so I agreed to tame the beast for 10 dollars. I went in and was amazed to see a scared kitten in the corner. I calmed it down and took it outside, and spent a little of my bounty money to buy it some milk.
But the situation in the article is different, the cat not only resorted to violence, it used harsh language too.