The idle musings of a former military man, former computer geek, medically retired pastor and now full-time writer. Contents guaranteed to offend the politically correct and anal-retentive from time to time. My approach to life is that it should be taken with a large helping of laughter, and sufficient firepower to keep it tamed!
Identification! It's all about correct identification! Just how big were those tins of tuna, anyway?
Peter
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Kitteh appears to be measuring the person assisting with cleaning, pondering 'Step One - get them in a confined area. Step Two - bite them in the throat !"
This seems to be a joke (?) somebody decided to create. The original picture is from https://www.youtube.com/c/Iampuma The family also has an intagram site https://www.instagram.com/p/Bb2PPSah4P4/?taken-by=l_am_puma
One of the bathtime videos.. https://youtu.be/xdPBUYi7p5o
I, for one, would love to have a domesticated puma.
Of course, the first step in domestication should be to fit them with a dog's brain - that way the damn thing wouldn't spend 90% of each day working out how to kill and eat you.
Back in the 60s my grandfather was the marshal of Magdalena, NM. One of the cities residents took his evening constitutionals with a mountain lion on a leash. The lion would sit, at heal, when we met them on the street to visit. The owner told us not get friendly or try to pet the big kitty, because once, the lion had made a playful swat at his shoe and put three slices through the leather, but did not draw blood. He was not declawed. When I was a kid, my dad brought home a bobcat kitten he had saved from the hounds. The cat readily domesticated and was very playful. I spent much time afield to bring it jack rabbits for meals. We, once, had an fresh elk hindquarter hanging (sans bag) and when the cat saw it the cat let out a hair-on-the-back-of-your-neck-raising rumbling growel and lept across the basement, landed midway up on the hindquarter, claws first, and attempted to bite a chunk out of it. Once the hair on my neck laid down it was funny to watch the twenty-five pound adolescent bobcat attempt to devour the hundred and twenty pound elk hindquarter.
I got to pet a puma once when I was in Junior High School. It had been raised from a kitten by one of the science teachers. It was almost full grown and would soon be moving to a zoo, where they would be better prepared to deal with it as an adult.
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Kitteh appears to be measuring the person assisting with cleaning, pondering 'Step One - get them in a confined area. Step Two - bite them in the throat !"
Or maybe its just me ...
This seems to be a joke (?) somebody decided to create.
The original picture is from https://www.youtube.com/c/Iampuma
The family also has an intagram site https://www.instagram.com/p/Bb2PPSah4P4/?taken-by=l_am_puma
One of the bathtime videos.. https://youtu.be/xdPBUYi7p5o
He admits to it being a joke on his Facebook(?) page.
Funny setup... And people ARE that stupid... sigh
I wonder, what if we were able to socialise pumas to humans? And house-train them?
I, for one, would love to have a domesticated puma.
Of course, the first step in domestication should be to fit them with a dog's brain - that way the damn thing wouldn't spend 90% of each day working out how to kill and eat you.
Back in the 60s my grandfather was the marshal of Magdalena, NM.
One of the cities residents took his evening constitutionals with a mountain lion on a leash.
The lion would sit, at heal, when we met them on the street to visit.
The owner told us not get friendly or try to pet the big kitty, because once, the lion had made a playful swat at his shoe and put three slices through the leather, but did not draw blood. He was not declawed.
When I was a kid, my dad brought home a bobcat kitten he had saved from the hounds.
The cat readily domesticated and was very playful. I spent much time afield to bring it jack rabbits for meals.
We, once, had an fresh elk hindquarter hanging (sans bag) and when the cat saw it the cat let out a hair-on-the-back-of-your-neck-raising rumbling growel and lept across the basement, landed midway up on the hindquarter, claws first, and attempted to bite a chunk out of it.
Once the hair on my neck laid down it was funny to watch the twenty-five pound adolescent bobcat attempt to devour the hundred and twenty pound elk hindquarter.
I wonder, what if we were able to socialise pumas to humans? And house-train them?
The Ancient Egyptians reportedly made it work with cheetahs, so...
I got to pet a puma once when I was in Junior High School. It had been raised from a kitten by one of the science teachers. It was almost full grown and would soon be moving to a zoo, where they would be better prepared to deal with it as an adult.
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