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One of my long gone cats would legit chase the robbers out while trying to eat them. She was half wildcat, I think bobcat, and weighed 75-80 pounds when full grown. She successfully hunted a few deer.
What?? Forget bobcat, they only get to 40 pounds. Yours was a panther. Is this a shitpost??
Nah, not a shit post. I don’t think we had panthers in the Midwest. Like I said, I have no clue what she was, but she loved me and was very protective. Had a mottled grey, brown, white fur pattern, and huge ears.
supremely jealous!
Did you ever feel in danger? My nine pounder plays hard sometimes.
I didn’t. Others certainly did though. She was quite gentle with me, she never really got along with anyone else.
We had a big tomcat like that. If someone came in the house, all the others would book it under the bed, but Jake would head right for the visitor. He was probably hoping to make a friend, but he was always willing to fight, too, if you were so inclined. Playing, fighting, it was all good fun to him.
Do you have any pictures of it?
My mom may. I’ll ask next time I talk to her