Yes, according to Mikey that was part of the work of the Black Bunny Squad. Several rats in the area were found to be sympathizers of the neighborhood cat gang, sell-outs who would regularly turn in other rats in exchange for protection. The squad captured these rats, and as punishment the notorious Lop, "Mad Doc" Mele, injected them with massive amounts of caffeine to the point where they were 'spazzing out', and then let them loose in the area around the gang's headquarters. Forward scouts reported that the rats were caught after a long chase, and a portion were given to Cat P as part of his 'cut'. Cat P is said to have eaten all the rats at the same time, and like most cats, no doubt suffered adverse effects from the large amount of caffeine injected into the rats.
From Mikey, "It's a controversial tactic, but this is the Black Bunny Squad we're talking about. They've got a reputation to live up to. As for Cat P, it's another time that his extreme obesity might have saved his life. Many more nimble or in-shape cats may have perished with that much caffeine in their system."
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The clutter carried Cat P onto the roof and walked over to the side where the gang was bearing down on them. Cat P begged them to stop one last time, but his mews were ignored and they waited for the right moment to throw the oversized feline over the side of the wall, dropping him on the mass of the troops below.
As the enemy approached the headquarters, their field commander gave the order to charge and the ran in unison, the fur on their back standing straight up and with teeth and claws bared. Cat F knew the moment had to be timed right, she told everyone to get ready and started counting down when the cats were about 15 meters away from the edge of the structure. When she finished counting down, the cats tossed Cat P high into the air, at a slight arc so he would fall over the side of the roof and then started running back for the stairs down.
On the ground, Cat K and the others stood ready and waited for the signal to rush out and attack their enemy. It wasn't long before the oversized form of Cat P appeared in their field of view, the enemy appeared largely unaware of their impending doom. Some of them heard the yells and looked up at the last minute, but had no way to get out of the way of the cat.
With a loud thud, Cat P hit the ground, crushing all or part of several cats in the process. He continued to roll forward, knocking a few more cats down in his path. The side door swung open, and Cat K led the charge of about two dozen cats that rushed out to engage the enemy.
The maneuver was a success, as the cats led by Cat K attacked the dazed and downed cats and quickly clawed them to death. Cat T also charged out and into the fray, but rather than trying to fight, he went straight for the limp body of Cat P and started dragging him back toward the door. By then, the enemy had closed ranks and begun to fight back, so all the attackers pulled back except for Cat T. He was pounced on by the enemy, and fought back as best as he could while still holding onto Cat P's motionless body. Heavily outnumbered, he went down.
Now enraged by the smell of blood of the fallen cats, the enemy cats had their hair stand up straight and began to attack the door. Other cats went for the window, shattering it with an impromptu battering ram made from a large tree branch. The door held, at least for the time being, but with the window gone, enemy cats began to pour into the headquarters.
Cat K himself ran to defend the window, but it was hopeless. Cats poured in faster than they could be pushed back; in the time it took for him to jump on the back of one cat and tear it to shreads, two or three more cats would pile through the window and begin to surround him so he would have to retreat. As the enemy poured in through the window, the door was also forced open and the enemy army started to pour into the room. Battle was joined, the defenders tried to hold their ground at first, with claws, blood, cats hissing with hair standing on end, neither side willing to submit, both determined to fight it out to the death.
Cat F's ears perked up and she realized what was going on -- the enemy had broken open the front door and other entrances and were charging into the building from every directions. She mewled loudly to the other cats, roughly a third of the gang's force, in that back room; telling Cat K and the others who fought by his side that they had better pull back soon or they risked getting surrounded. Cat K understood, and the three leaders, she, Cat K, and Cat C, and the cats who followed them who could still move fought to disengage and back off out of the room. As they backed into the hallway, Cat K held the rear, continuing to face toward the abandoned room, hissing loudly, and attacking any cat that came too close. This alone wasn't enough to stop their advance, but it at least bought some time for the retreating force to make it to the central stairs that were the only way to the second floor.
The cats were joined by what remained of the other defensive lines, the snake Z and his friend, Cat Y, and several others. Their numbers had severely dwindled; in all, only around 30 remained. Cat K took charge, ordering all the cats upstairs and then setting up a tight defensive formation on the landing, and ordering the two snakes to hang over the side over the stairs and prevent any cats from climbing up the side of the stairs to flank them at all costs.
The ruckus downstairs continued, presumably as the enemy was cleaning up any last pockets of resistance. Battle was not joined for another minute, the enemy had regrouped and now charged up the stairs, most cats taking the more direct route while a few tried to climb up the side.
The gang's front line held, the enemy tried push them back, but gravity was working against them. Several of their cats fell in the process, their bodies causing a logjam that bogged down their advance. Two cats from the gang also perished, but they were quickly replaced as reservees stepped forward. As for the cats climbing up the side, one was bitten both snakes in sync, their teeth sinking in before they both pulled back, pulling the victim up but also rending him a bit more. He mewed in terror, trying to claw the snakes as they continued to shake his body around, eventually clawing snake Z's friend but was forced to lose his grip on the wall by doing so. With this both snakes released him, and he fell down to the floor below, bleeding profusely from the two bite wounds. Likely realizing a similar fate awaited them, the other enemy cats who were attempting to climb the side of the stairs quickly abandoned their efforts.
Now the enemy commanders were ordering an all-out frontal assault, probably hoping that they could win due to simple attrition. Cat F was standing at the top of the stairs and her team had gathered several heavy items, a fire extinguisher, remnants of some desktop computers destroyed in the last sabotage incident, and so on. She and Cat C dropped them onto the enemy formation, crushing many cats in the process and creating such a logjam of obstacles that an unimpeded frontal assault was no longer possible.
Several more of the enemy fell before their commanders probably realized it was fruitless. Their morale was starting to sag, and rather than risk dissension in the ranks, they ordered an orderly retreat and started to pull back from the stairs. Some of the cats in the gang wanted to rush them, but Cat K held them back, knowing they would still be overwhelmed by their numbers if they fought in the field.
Once the enemy had retreated, the cats filtered back out into their headquarters, the lower level largely ruined by the battle. Their fallen brethren were strewn across the floor, intermixed with the corpses of the enemy which they had not bothered to collect on the way out. The cats went around and tested to see if any of their own were still alive; most were not, but managing to revive a few. Outside, Cat P was still moving, rolling around in pain, more like it, and Cat T still had a pulse but had several obviously broken bones and had likely fainted due to the shock.
In the aftermath, Cat T was taken to the vet by his owner and had to be put in a full body cast. Cat P somehow managed to survive practically unscathed, and the next day he was alive and feeling well again, loudly bragging about the glorious battle in which he single-handedly fought off sixteen of the enemy and turned the tide in favor of the neighborhood gang. Most of the cats ignored him, but a few kiss-ups nodded along with him and played along, probably expecting some future favor in return.
While the neighborhood cat gang was able to mount a successful defense, and hence guarantee their own survival, less than 30 cats remained in the gang. The gang was effectively confined to their own headquarters, and short of the X gang retreating in the field, there was no way they would be able to reclaim the large swath of territory that they once held.
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Just listen, like I keep telling people irl, don't get too bent out of shape yet. "A lot of the people (from ALA/PMX) resigned because of him" -- I've heard that from two sources now. I can't say I blame them, but I don't recommend that either. Their big problem right now is personnel. They just don't have enough.