Great book fodder, though.

Excellent! Who am I supposed to be partnered with?

Not me. Possibly Nutty or Ginger.

With Nutty you'd get shotguns *and* research, so I can see the advantages. Plus, handy if you ever encounter a cheetah.

Well, a cheetah under certain limited circumstances. You might want an all-around cheetah fighter as backup.

This set of pictures of a Russian family that lives with a bobcat seems like it's been around before: [link] But I don't recall seeing it before. (Slightly NSFW). I find it hard to look at these pictures and not make fun of them. Look at my bobcat with cat! Look at my bobcat with shark! Look at my bobcat with shirtless Russian! Bobcat kill chicken!

This set of pictures of a Russian family that lives with a bobcat seems like it's been around before: [link]

Eeeeee! Giant fierce kitty as housepet! I want one!

(If you listen closely, you can hear Pete shaking his head. He's been telling me I can't have a pet ocelot for years now.)

The one with the cat and the woman in the bathtub is a little disturbing. Why is the water so cloudy?

The one with the cat and the woman in the bathtub is a little disturbing. Why is the water so cloudy?

Well, probably her and the tub contribute, but on the other hand, she's trying to get clean while taking a bath with a giant cat.

Dude! There was a catfish-type thing in the tub! And the bobcat kills a chicken! AND IT'S PLAYING WITH A GRENADE!!!!

V. disturbing.

Still, kinda want a cheetah as a pet. One specially trained not to attack Nutty.

It can be a problem. One of my neighbors spent 700 bucks on an astral projection class. Another stopped taking her medication for Lyme because she believed she could cure it with meditation and raw bison liver...and then ended up in the emergency room and can hardly walk.

I have no problem with people spending their money on stuff I see as crap, whether it be an astral projection class or a $150,000 car. It's their money. When it's medication, it's harder. One of my best friends stopped taking his AIDS medication cocktail and went the acupuncture/herbs/diet route. He died. Did I tell him I really wished he'd give the medications another chance? Yeah. But this was back before the drugs were as good as they are now and they made him horribly ill all the time. Once I told him what I thought he should do, what was there to do but stand by him? There is a part of me that's still furious at him, because if had kept on those drugs, he might have lived to be able to take more effective ones--but I didn't have to live in his poor wracked body.

Now you all understand how difficult my job is, trying to get a buncha Russians to comply with laser safety requirements.

AND IT'S PLAYING WITH A GRENADE!!!!

I thought it was the squeezie-thing of a blood pressure checker thingie....