To kill or not to kill the camera...?

Went out last night to meet up with some friends in the typically Scottish tongue breaking village of Slamannan.

Meet Jynx. Jynx likes to kill little fluffy toys and can hide so well in a small room it's like he's not there at all. He prefers male Verticals to sit on and dangles upside down from his scratching post to get everyone's undivided attention. He was also deeply suspicious of the camera and kept staring it down, as you can see, and catching my fingers with his paw so this is the most blippable shot I got.

Eventually he killed the hand that held the camera. Ow.