They take to the oceans, where they gracefully flap through the water to capture fish. Then they return to land, and swat at the flopping fish with their paws, as cats are wont to do.



Hunger sated, the anti-gryphon flops around in the sun warmed beach sand, playfully swishing with its feathered tail giving its rear half a bird bath, while preening itself with its front paws, giving itself a cat bath also.



The anti-gryphon has dried and is now taking in the sun's warmth...giving a lazy yawn and rolling over on a pleasant sun-warmed rock.



Life couldn't be better...