yellow, black and stripey all over

Ken had been sniffing out mum's scruffy horned cows when their bellowing and milling caught his ear. Jogging forward, he smelled it before he saw it. There was a cat in the undergrowth and it was flexing it's shoulders about to pounce on one of the small cows. The little highland cows had ringed the younger animals to the center of their milling ring and put on an impressive show of snorting, stamping and lowering their horns threateningly, but none were brave enough to charge forward. Smart. Something Kenway... was not. Leaping before looking, the boy bounded forward and yanked on the stripey cat's tail, before bounding just out of reach of the rapidly spinning cat's swiping claws. "Oi yer stinkin' pisscunt! Why not take on someone that's gonna fight back huh?"