sara scares me a little.
Aww, c'mon, you know I am harmless and sweet and wouldn't feed you to Homer.
well, if I had more space and I got to keep him, the snugglefloof...
Besides, very few cougars/large cats around my workplace. And besides, layoffs are so prevalent....
You know I can read your italics, right?
sara, the "i" quickedit means italics, not invisible. Jesse can read it just by turning her screen on a diagonal.
Size of a coyote is a pretty small mountain lion. It's a kitten! Aw. You just need to roll a bit of tinfoil crumpled into a ball and he'll be putty in your hands. Your possibly shredded and bloody hands, but still. Cute!
Toodleoodleooo....
Hey, you're still alive, right? I'm totally trustworthy.
One funny thing: when my brother was a toddler, the panthers (?) at the Sonora Desert Museum stalked him. Just him. There were other toddlers about, but they were ignored. My brother apparently looked like the tastiest prey. Flash forward to the Waco Zoo 24 years later and.... the cougars and the cheetah stalked his son, ignoring all other small fry.
Apparently, my family's little ones read as FOOD to large cats. Good thing our origins are largely unlargecatted territories. Cause otherwise? We probably wouldn't have made it.
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sara, the "i" quickedit means italics, not invisible.
Yes, I know. I was being a inept treacherous sort.
Anyone want to go have dinner with me tonight?
Evening, everyone!
Have a good dinner Perkins and Amych.
Good luck, Allyson and Lori... here kitty, kitty I'm sure you'll make it.
Yay spring!