At the vineyard there was a mean, mean cat everybody was afraid of ('cept me of course). One day, a couple of big bucks were eyeballing the grapes from the edge of the woods and I was throwing rocks and yelling at them to scram. Nothing worked. Suddenly, they bolted for no apparent reason. Slowly, that mean ol' tomcat came strolling out of the woods in studly triumph. He was The Man!