I love cats. I really do. When I was growing up, we were the family with “all the cats.” We didn’t have numbers worthy of a health department call, but we had a fairly sizable number particularly during the spring kitten season.
My love for cats and my motherly instinct made me want to invite this kitten inside the other day. He was purring and he looked like he needed a friend. When I opened the door for a picture, it looked like he would have come inside. I closed the door.
This, my friends, is a bob cat. It is a jumbo cat without a tail. It is not as big (and thus not as dangerous as a mountain lion), but I wouldn’t want it living in my house or on my deck.