He was out on the screened porch and was getting in a fight with a stray cat on the other side of the screen. As soon as I walked out the other cat left but TC was still ready to fight and not back in housecat mode. With the other cat gone, there was just this other big creature and he attacked it.... Me. I'm just glad he doesn't have any front claws. Otherwise I'd really be in pain. I wish I had a video of it. I doubt I could even slow it down enough. TC was on me faster than I ever knew anything could move and was then purring and circling my feet five minutes later.
Just out of curiosity, I showed him a drop of blood on the floor to see if he'd lick it up, but he just sniffed at it and went on about his business.
No problem pulling a cork. I still have my left hand.
In fact, I just got a jug this week. It was guaranteed to knock my socks off since the stuff I took up to VA was so tame. I'll have to see about giving it a try.