The tiger was walking through the jungle until he smelled an odd scent. It smelled mammalian, but not like what he had encountered in the jungle. Being the king of this neck of the land, he felt a need to find out what it was and determine if it was a threat or not. Stealthily, his pace transitioned into stealth mode, as he moved unseen through his territory. He came upon an unusual creature with huge back legs. He had heard tales of dinosaurs, but his mother had assured him those were long ago fables. After a closer look, he realized that there was fur and ears on the creature. Probably not a prehistoric reptilian creature. So what was it? Deciding it didn't smell of blood like a predator, it was invading his area, so he crept toward it and pounced.

The kangaroo had just bounded over towards a cool shady tree when the hairs on the back of his neck shot up. His sniffed. There was something stinky around. He held his nose while his eyes narrowed and his other hand clenched themselves into a fist. His eyes darted back and forth and back and forth. His feet were ready and prepared to kick and jab at whatever pathetic loser of a predator dared to cross him.

A striped kitty kitty seemed to be that predator. It was larger than what he imagined a kittty cat to be, but that was fine. The larger they are, the easier to punch at. The world turned into a slow-mo as the tiger grew closer and closer. The kangaroo then jot out his right hind leg in hopes of slamming it into the overgrown cat's stomach.

The kangaroo's hind leg connected with the tiger's chest, and he went tumbling head over heels a couple times. He jumped to his paws and shook his head stunned at the power. Maybe this was a tyranasaurus. He stared at the kangaroo until his vision cleared. He lunged at the kangaroo his jaws wide open saliva slinging, refusing to be beaten by a herbivore.

The kangaroo smirked as he felt the blow strike the kitty. Quick as a flash he stepped to the left a little, avoiding the hit. He began to sing a taunting song:

Kitty cat, kitty that!

Can't hit a tree, can't hit me!

Kitty cat, wittle cat

You'll leave without yer teeth!

Kitty kitty, oh so silly!

You should be purr'n at yer gal

'Cept you can't because she left

and told you you were a cow

As he continued on and started to dance a jig that made him look ridiculous. His tail was being bonged upon and he was twirling around like a wanna-be ballerina. Occasionally he would jab out his fists and blow a raspberry in the tiger's general direction.

The tiger stared at the kangaroo ignoring the insults. Normally, he would lift his hackles and growl, but he forced that instinct down, because he didn't want the prey to comprehend how annoyed he was. He began his leap towards the offending herbivore before he began to shout his last insult. He was aiming to hold the kangaroo's hips down, so he wouldn't be kicked, and then he planned to grab the neck of the creature. He was a silent hunter, pouncing without roaring a final warning. He was not the kind to make unnecessary noise.