Last night I wrote about cats choosing humans as owners. Let me add some specificity tonight: I don’t mean THESE cats.
You may recall the girls and I took Greg to the Exotic Feline Rescue Center for his birthday. He fell in love with many, many “pets” that day, and took his parents to visit his new buddies when they came for a visit last weekend. The girls and I were a little relieved to have prior engagements. While I felt quite safe at the Center, I think the girls felt like lunch.
There certainly is something to be said for going in cooler weather. The cats were very playful and animated. Lots of jumping, lots of roaring. Greg and his parents ate it up, but if I saw a 600 lb lion romping straight at me? Like I need a new reason to pee my pants.
I don’t want Dagny to feel less than special, choosing Goodaddy as his new human, but to be quite honest, it seems Goodaddy gets chosen by all sorts of cats. And I’m just thinking out loud here, but when a 700 lb cat asks you to scratch his whiskers, is it rude to say no? I mean, either way I feel you’re going to be eaten. This picture was taken the day after Goodaddy’s birthday, meaning both Greg and his Dad were chosen by tigers for their birthdays this year. So sentimental and traditional, wouldn’t you agree?
Our autumn is getting off to a beautiful start, and I know many of us are hitting the orchards and hiking trails. Checking out the Exotic Feline Rescue Center is a good idea too. They do some amazing work, turning unwanted and mistreated big cats into ginormously happy house cats (that no one is allowed to pet…just to be clear). I’ll send my wishes that none of them “choose” you. (Thank you to Goomommy for such awesome photography.)
*I received no payment of any kind to write this post. This not-for-profit does amazing and very hard work, and has earned some air time on my blog. I think all animal rescue centers are a Godsend, but try rescuing these guys! Ca-hone-eys required!*