It started with eye contact

A cat put him in a cage and started throwing hands. Nobody told the pigeon this was supposed to be a problem.
He didn't flap. He didn't run. He moved his head — left, right, left — and the punches went past him one after another. One-twos, hooks, the whole card. Nothing landed.
Somewhere in there the cat ran out of ideas, grabbed him, held on, then sat down and pretended it never cared. The camera kept rolling.







