He knew it all along.
He has the wisest golden-brown eyes....
The Lion (who needs a better name) was even spotted wrestling with Harris — yes, Harris, our jealous, thieving, last little holdout. Harris was being a patient big brother, playing the fake-biting game that Possum played with him when he was a baby, where the big cat opens his mouth very wide to show off his scary fangs and pretends to use them on the little cat.
I realize that I am officially a Crazy Cat Person now. I surrender: Five certainly sounds crazy to me. Much crazier than four, for some reason. But that's how it is.