One day we came across Buster with a skink he was dismembering. It did not appear he was eating it but did use his mouth to tear it into pieces. Whatever he did, evidently, was enough to poison him. He slowly slipped into a stupor. He was with us, but just barely. For two days, Buster looked like he was under the influence of a powerful drug. But then, he rather quickly made his way back. Physically he seemed no worse for the wear. However, he sported a couple of odd characteristics. One, his temperament was constantly irritable. Two, his vision and attention seemed about ninety degrees off from where he appeared to be focused. Since his vision was off most other animals were able to avoid him and his gnarly antics.
One day he was sitting on the washing machine on our back porch next to a screen door. The screen opened both directions so that our animals knew how to nudge it open to gain admittance. With Buster perched above, another of our cats pushed open the screen to gain entry. That was enough for Buster. He let out a snarl and leapt at the intruding cat. Due to his poor spatial orientation, he landed several feet away. That did not deter his attack and he commenced to turn into a snarling howling ball of fur, letting off all the appropriate sounds of a serious catfight. Apparently Buster was so angry he did not notice he was not joined by an adversary.
His opponent, several feet away, was not about to inform Buster of his error. He stood there with a look of feline perplexities, while observing Buster conduct a tremendous solitary battle. I felt I was observing the best live version of a animated cartoon. Finally, Buster got the best of himself and ceased the fight. He proudly puffed up and walked away with both head and tail held high. His supposed victim backed off, not too sure he had just been thoroughly thrashed.
His victory probably convinced Buster he was the top tom. He henceforth walked around proudly and seemed a lot less irritable or need to be cantankerous