
Later on in life, while he was a gentle lump, he wasn't prepared to be bossed about all the time by the our 'Medium-Large' sized moggy, 'Squeaky', who was (and still is) boss cat in the family. Once in a while Gryff got fed up with Squeaky bossing him about and turned the tables on Squeaky. I managed to catch one occasion on camera, this photo, when Gryff was trying to investigate a box before it went out for recycling (you know what cats are like climbing into tiny boxes) and Squeaky was interfering:

He never did any harm to any of our cats or us. His claws were the same 20mm (3/4") length as his canine teeth and he could have done massive damage if he'd wanted to, but we never felt them - ever.
Regards,
Richard.