It turns out I was strangely prescient when I felt compelled to name this cat Teufel. Except I was a little bit off. Not about the devil part of things -- It's just that I should have named him something in Dutch, not German.
It has become clear that he's a pure-bred WetterKatze, or for your edification...a Frysian Water Cat! How cool is that? And how, you may ask, do I know this? It turns out he's a regular little fisherman. (I have deduced these things and I'll be sticking with my deduces, so there!)
First, we see him stalking his prey!
And then, without warning...he strikes! Granted, he's just fishing for toes here, but the skill and his love of water is purely instinctive.
You may not think these photos prove anything, but I'll have you know that he's fallen in a couple of times and he just stands there, shoulder-deep and gives a look that can best be translated as, "What the hell are you looking at?"
I'm so proud.