My late cat Pius was an ardent lover of melon. He'd kill for a piece.
Did he like it enough to push a whole watermelon out of a lake though?
He liked it enough to get livid when upstairs while downstairs someone started to cut a melon. So, he might. Think with him around a melon would never have made it to the water.
Well he beats Watermelon Lake cat hands down 
Even when dead. He was one of the best cats ever. Guard cat of the house the moment my eldest was born. He did send his share of cats and dogs to the vet, fighting them off our premises when that kid was tiny. He had his visits to the vet because of that too. He once met one of his victims in the waiting room. Massive German shepherd dog. The boss of the dog was not even annoyed with my cat.
We had a cat like that. A tiny Blue Russian cross. It was horrid. It never lost a fight until it was ten. It own all the territory and bush next to us. Then it started copping a real hiding night after night. Finally he was being fought in our backyard. My Dad and I ran out to beat Hell out of this cat.
Then we stopped our charge dead in our tracks. The Feral Cat was the size of a medium sized dog and bloody nasty.
I threw a cricket stump at it and it hardly flinched. He yelled and carried on until it decided to leave. The cat never really went out fighting after that. It decided to give fighting a miss. I can relate to that.
