Once, when berrying, I met with a cat with young kittens in the woods, quite wild, and they all, like their mother, had their backs up and were fiercely spitting at me.
Chomh luath agus, nuair a berrying, bhuail mé le cat a bhfuil kittens óga sna coillte, go leor fiáin, agus siad go léir, ar nós a mháthair, ní raibh a n- Déanann suas agus bhí spitting fiercely ag dom.QED QED