I rather like savage things. I must do, I married two that ripped me to shreds when we split. M'eh!He's actually calming down now; little improvements every day. Not sure how I'm going to get him to the vets though. I might don a thick coat, paint ball mask, and oven gloves to try and get the fat-sharp-clawed-twat into a cat box.
I had a savage cat as a kid, but she wasn't as strong as this one; there's a marked step up in savagery when he attacks.