He's a fighter by nature.

He had a pitched battle last evening with the tobacco-king's cat and routed him, horse, foot and artillery." "We must get rid of him," agreed Anne, looking darkly at the subject of their discussion, who was purring on the hearth rug with an air of lamb-like meekness.

"But the question is--how?
How can four unprotected females get rid of a cat who won't be got rid of ?" "We must chloroform him," said Phil briskly.

"That is the most humane way." "Who of us knows anything about chloroforming a cat ?" demanded Anne gloomily.
"I do, honey.

It's one of my few--sadly few--useful accomplishments.
I've disposed of several at home.