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A Cat's Tale

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Many years ago a friend bought a 3 month old Lion cub, why I don't know. [maybe a serious problem of "mines bigger than yours"] But once you have been around a "big" cat, no pet is ever the same. About 6 months later he is going on a vacation and I volunteered to keep "Ghost." This decision was made without consulting my wife, who was not too pleased. Ghost could eat 24 cans of cat food mixed in with 3 pounds of dry food, and we used a childs wading pool as a litterbox.
He loved to go on walks at night, and it seemed to be when I was really sleeping well. I'd wake up [why?] and his nose would be 1 inch from my face, breathing on me, and it scared the living hell out of me the first few times. Sometimes I'd walk to the back of the house and hear, "thrump-thrump" then BANG-he would hit me and knock me silly.
The thing he loved to do the most was pull all the drapes down in the livingroom. One day my wife came in from work and I'm in the den, and I hear screams, like I've never heard before. He not only pulled down the drapes, but the fixtures and the screws holding them in the wall. I walk in and see this-he crawled under the coffee table, ["And Where The Hell Were You!"] and the only reason I did not join him was that there was simply not enough room for me.
-it only gets crazier-
 
I can not imagine having an dang lion sleeping with me!! I know what a terror a regular cat kitten can be and can only imagine what a lion cub must be like.

Please give us more of the story and thanks for posting
 
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....my older brother has been running a dryclean shop for over 40 years.When I worked for him after school,there was always a colourfull character that came in.He always had a few wild ladies with him.((you can fill in the blanks))
Well one day he came in for his clothes,and inside the store tagged along an exotic ocelot.That's a big cat for sure,never seen one since.

So long ojm
 
I cannot believe I'm not getting depth-charged over the litter box.
 
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