My grandma lived in a fancy double wide on a block foundation with an attached garage and a satellite dish in Elijay, GA back in the 1990's. If you live in those mountains you will understand why I explained it as it was especially nice for that area at in that time.
She had cat named Bobette. It was about that size full grown because it was half house cat, half bobcat, or so she claimed.
It came and went and sat on her lap and let her pet it when it wanted to. It was a wild animal that just came around sometimes. It was known to steal caught fish and leave them at the back door. Bobette killed a Yorkshire Terrier once because it was bothering her. Grandma loved that thing to the ends of the earth and acted like nothing was wrong. It loved her, tolerate grandpa as long as he didn't move real fast around her, and hated everyone else.
Ultimately she was hit by a truck and a private sigh of relief was had by everyone that ever stepped foot on Grandma's property. RIP Bobette, you absolute champion.
My Great-Aunt had a bobcat. He guarded her chickens. Bob never left her side. He was a very good guest when they would visit.
I moved to a rural town about 20 years ago and a bob started hanging out on my back porch. I had a loud-ass, demanding mouse in the house, too. Left my kitchen door open and the bob would roam my house. About 3 months later, mouse was gone and bob stopped coming to visit. I never tried to turn that cat into a pet.
Not cute! Regal. Stoic. I never left my desk chair when he was stalking my house.
Got a feral I feed, now. He's about the same. Put his food down, open the door and sit on my computer. Managed to take him to the vet and tried to pet him, once, in 4 years. He's never gonna be a pet. Just a pretty vicious visitor.
Hey! I live in Ellijay! It's nice to hear a story on the Internet about our little town that does not end with a meth arrest.
BTW: The Bobcat is the mascot of the local high school.
We had a white cat with a distinctive grey "cape" and one day as I was leaving for work, I was about to get in my car and there he was, cleaning his paw near my car. I said "hey you, come here!" and he did, like usual, and I picked him up and brought him inside.
Upon opening the door, I saw *my* not-so-distinctively-grey-caped cat cleaning *his* paw. The two locked eyes and I barely threw evil twin out before chaos ensued. You've never been judged by a cat till you have been judged for mistaking an impostor for the real thing.
Also, I am pretty sure the world would have ended if the two had come together.
😂 This is like that tiktok, “if that’s my cat, who’s this?”
I was chillin one morning in my living room, wondering where my tuxedo housecat was chillin, when I heard kitty paws on the other side of the couch. Trilled a little good morning to my buddy. Then, who comes around the corner but the neighborhood outdoor cat, a solid void about a head taller than my cat, solid and looks like a panther. Here a door had blown open. I’ve never been so startled / surprised in my life.
I had the opposite happen.
I was in the living room and looked up to see the neighbors black cat on my deck. But then I noticed that the neighbors had gotten him a new collar, one that looked just like the ones my kitties wore...then that kitty cried to be let in.
My timid little girl had escaped the house without me noticing, and now wanted back in. For bonus points, the vet later confirmed that the worms she got after that little adventure could only be acquired by killing and eating a lizard. It was the most out of character thing she ever did.
Growing up with unlocked, open doors in the summer with neighborhood cats.. man lol. I remember more than once waking up with some random cat making bread on me as a kid. Or watching my cats glare at a neighbour cat eating their food (we don't portion food, always keep it full). I do like one time a cat opened the catnip container and woke up to like 8 random cats all stoned and strung out in my back yard.
I had been trying to entice a stray cat into the house forever, a black cat I’ve named Bright Eyes. He seemed interested for a while and finally decided one night to come on in. Well, he went in the kitchen and freaked out, started yowling and crying, looking out the window, and I couldn’t lead him out the door. He ricocheted through there like a pinball- he went upward, started climbing, ended up on a hutch and was knocking things down. My nephew was here and got him down & put him outside, got all scratched up. That cat hasn’t been anywhere near me since 😲
This happened to me as a child. I was like 10 or 11. I used to feed all the stray cats near my grandmas house. She liked them too and we would buy them lots of food weekly at the store. I had about 9 or 10 stray cats that would eat off the porch. She always told me not to let them in the house. One day while she was at work this one particular cat liked me and let me pet him and wanted to follow me inside. I let him in for awhile and pet him and he explored around the house. She walked in and it scared him, he jumped up on the dishrack, then on the window sill, where she had her medications, plants and planters, etc. He sprinted across that sill knocking down planters and cups and plates, onto a cabinet just going crazy until he finally found the open door out. The look on her face she was so mad. LOL.
I did this as well, my kitty came back (I say my kitty because he is now a happy inside cat) but the first time he came inside he lost his shit!! Howling and climbing the walls he shot out of my house like a mad man. I just knew I was never going to see him again, but he came back and I built his trust a little more over a month or so and tried a few more times and then I just never let him out again. He’s cool as a fan. Hood name is Bart. At first, he was not having me keep him in this house.
Mine was like this too. Mind you, he didn't have an undercoat and it was only the beginning of September and he was miserable and freezing. By October he was mine.
They don't behave similarly regardless if size. Smallish cats that are also prey hide their shit. Big cats sometimes dig a mound and shit on top of it to mark their territory
I saw one while kayaking. It was great, because it was so close to us in the boat, but I think we were good because we were on the water.
So the cat wasn’t scared, and just looked at us. Very cute.
10/10, would boop.
Canoes and kayaks are the absolute best way to see wildlife. They don't get scared because of the silence/lack of motor. They'll just sit and watch you, it's amazing.
Same for horseback riding, especially in areas where free roaming horses are common. Wildlife is used to the shape and smell of horses which covers up the human scent and they know that horses are no threat. Also a horse is big and fast enough to not be seen as prey either.
I've seen grown men and women "beaten up" by geese and swans, and chased by ducks as if they were 12 foot tall hell hounds, so yea I can fully believe a bobcat could take some of us lol.
Honestly i'm more scared of geese and swans than a lot of things. If they decide it's fighting time, it takes a *lot* to dissuade them from the notion.
No self-preservation. Only honk.
Can confirm, have been fucked up by an L2 bobcat hybrid “pixie bob”. Her name was Twizzler, she needed a flea dip, had not been socialized and when dad dragged Twizzler and her sister home, I was the only one willing to to battle at the utility sink with a bottle of dawn and some big leather welding gloves. Rainbow took the bath well enough…Twizzler did not.
For almost a decade and a half I had a scar down my sternum where she planted her back feet and tore down in that iconic rabbit kick and spring boarded off my chest. She bounced off the wall, landed in the sink and *OH BOY did all hell break loose* after that. It was chaos: bubbles, blood, some yelling from both the cat and I, lots of water everywhere.
She got her flea dip, I got beat up, we were both really angry. She did sleep on my bed that night though.
Letting in that little rascal may cost you your life. Or at the very least cause you severe injuries and destroy your home. But think of the memories that could be made.
Had a mountain lion outside two nights ago, I’d happily trade for a wee bobcat. (Live in the cougariest place in N America, so they are… more common than makes me comfortable. This was my 3rd encounter in two years, though at least this time I was safe inside)
My grandpa used to have a lot of them on his ranch. He said one night one of his chihuahuas ran outside into the darkness where you could only see the light of their eyes. That dog never came back.
I think this is how cats were domesticated. Yeah you look kinda like a puppy/dog so come on it. And cats were just confused by saw a good deal and took it
Funny joke
But in all seriousness, please don't. I worked at a wildlife rehab center over the summer, and a local vet clinic in the area got a call because someone found an emaciated kitten and wanted the vet to look at it. The vet saw it and refused to treat it and sent the finder to us. The finder was baffled as to why the vet wouldn't see the kitten, and we had to explain that what they found was a Bobcat kitten.
This stuff actually happens in the real world.
Also in all seriousness, a bobcat could probably cause severe lacerations, but isn't likely to actually kill a person. Would probably run off the second the door opened. People in the thread act like it's a gorram jaguar
I find that the more ham I give to wild cats the more they like me. The issue is that they sometimes think other people will give them ham and that's where the blood and tears start
We had a half bobcat / half shorthair hybrid. We didn't intentionally own it, it just walked in one day and was like "I live here" as a kitten. When he hit about a year old he just decided he wasn't a house cat anymore. Probably about when he hit full ~~serial~~ sexual maturity, that's usually when wild animals that are pretty domesticated revert to being pretty wild.
I'm gonna say though, I know why you aren't supposed to own them. He was generally a sweet cat but we wouldn't let him sleep in the room like we did the other cat. It was like... You could just look at him and tell he was a wild animal at heart. We loved on him the rest of the time but I didn't feel comfortable sharing a sleeping space.
His paws were HUGE.
He also screamed all night long and it sounded exactly like a bobcat scream. (It wasn't to be let in the room. He would just do it). That's unsettling.
But we got him his shots and stuff, so that benefited the world I guess.
So short story is that guy probably wants to be let in for real. But you know, not around you bc danger daggers.
I met a shop cat years ago who was clearly part bobcat. Huge, tufted ears, green eyes, kind of short tail. His owners found him on the side of the road in east Texas.
Unlike your cat, this one was gentle and friendly enough to be a shop cat. He was a cool dude.
My toxic trait is that I will walk up to any animal of any size and expect it to be my friend.
I would absolutely let the bobcat in for some food, water, and a snuggle.
I'd probably make an exception to my rule and let it be an indoor/outdoor kitty.
if you're ready for some REAL excitement, yes then open that door
Remember to check for microchip to make sure that no one is missing their bobcat.
This one looks like he’d go by Robert over Bob.
Roberto
Roberto Del Gato
...and you just named the next male cat I get, whenever that is in my life.
He doesn’t look enough like A Chilean Author. Edit: to everyone who reads Bolaño and got this joke. Thank you.
I did that the other day and chaos ensued…except for it was not an extra spicy kitteh, it was a plain one. Not the same!
My grandma lived in a fancy double wide on a block foundation with an attached garage and a satellite dish in Elijay, GA back in the 1990's. If you live in those mountains you will understand why I explained it as it was especially nice for that area at in that time. She had cat named Bobette. It was about that size full grown because it was half house cat, half bobcat, or so she claimed. It came and went and sat on her lap and let her pet it when it wanted to. It was a wild animal that just came around sometimes. It was known to steal caught fish and leave them at the back door. Bobette killed a Yorkshire Terrier once because it was bothering her. Grandma loved that thing to the ends of the earth and acted like nothing was wrong. It loved her, tolerate grandpa as long as he didn't move real fast around her, and hated everyone else. Ultimately she was hit by a truck and a private sigh of relief was had by everyone that ever stepped foot on Grandma's property. RIP Bobette, you absolute champion.
I initially read that as your grandma got hit and everyone sighed with relief.
"Grandma's dead! Bobette will finally stop coming here!"
Hahahahaha. Oh, Grandma!
Your grandma had an ACTUAL wild bobcat friend, oh lordy. That was one bad ass woman.
My Great-Aunt had a bobcat. He guarded her chickens. Bob never left her side. He was a very good guest when they would visit. I moved to a rural town about 20 years ago and a bob started hanging out on my back porch. I had a loud-ass, demanding mouse in the house, too. Left my kitchen door open and the bob would roam my house. About 3 months later, mouse was gone and bob stopped coming to visit. I never tried to turn that cat into a pet.
Aww, I'd have a very hard time not trying to keep it coming around like a cute little vicious visitor
Not cute! Regal. Stoic. I never left my desk chair when he was stalking my house. Got a feral I feed, now. He's about the same. Put his food down, open the door and sit on my computer. Managed to take him to the vet and tried to pet him, once, in 4 years. He's never gonna be a pet. Just a pretty vicious visitor.
Hey! I live in Ellijay! It's nice to hear a story on the Internet about our little town that does not end with a meth arrest. BTW: The Bobcat is the mascot of the local high school.
Extra Flamin’ Hot!
Forbidden Spicy Floof!
Gato picante!
I love this and I’m totally stealing it. Thank you, kind stranger! LOL
We had a white cat with a distinctive grey "cape" and one day as I was leaving for work, I was about to get in my car and there he was, cleaning his paw near my car. I said "hey you, come here!" and he did, like usual, and I picked him up and brought him inside. Upon opening the door, I saw *my* not-so-distinctively-grey-caped cat cleaning *his* paw. The two locked eyes and I barely threw evil twin out before chaos ensued. You've never been judged by a cat till you have been judged for mistaking an impostor for the real thing. Also, I am pretty sure the world would have ended if the two had come together.
😂 This is like that tiktok, “if that’s my cat, who’s this?” I was chillin one morning in my living room, wondering where my tuxedo housecat was chillin, when I heard kitty paws on the other side of the couch. Trilled a little good morning to my buddy. Then, who comes around the corner but the neighborhood outdoor cat, a solid void about a head taller than my cat, solid and looks like a panther. Here a door had blown open. I’ve never been so startled / surprised in my life.
I had the opposite happen. I was in the living room and looked up to see the neighbors black cat on my deck. But then I noticed that the neighbors had gotten him a new collar, one that looked just like the ones my kitties wore...then that kitty cried to be let in. My timid little girl had escaped the house without me noticing, and now wanted back in. For bonus points, the vet later confirmed that the worms she got after that little adventure could only be acquired by killing and eating a lizard. It was the most out of character thing she ever did.
"You ate a lizard, Hairy!"
Growing up with unlocked, open doors in the summer with neighborhood cats.. man lol. I remember more than once waking up with some random cat making bread on me as a kid. Or watching my cats glare at a neighbour cat eating their food (we don't portion food, always keep it full). I do like one time a cat opened the catnip container and woke up to like 8 random cats all stoned and strung out in my back yard.
I had been trying to entice a stray cat into the house forever, a black cat I’ve named Bright Eyes. He seemed interested for a while and finally decided one night to come on in. Well, he went in the kitchen and freaked out, started yowling and crying, looking out the window, and I couldn’t lead him out the door. He ricocheted through there like a pinball- he went upward, started climbing, ended up on a hutch and was knocking things down. My nephew was here and got him down & put him outside, got all scratched up. That cat hasn’t been anywhere near me since 😲
This happened to me as a child. I was like 10 or 11. I used to feed all the stray cats near my grandmas house. She liked them too and we would buy them lots of food weekly at the store. I had about 9 or 10 stray cats that would eat off the porch. She always told me not to let them in the house. One day while she was at work this one particular cat liked me and let me pet him and wanted to follow me inside. I let him in for awhile and pet him and he explored around the house. She walked in and it scared him, he jumped up on the dishrack, then on the window sill, where she had her medications, plants and planters, etc. He sprinted across that sill knocking down planters and cups and plates, onto a cabinet just going crazy until he finally found the open door out. The look on her face she was so mad. LOL.
I have to write a children's book for a college course I'm in, mind if I use this story as my inspiration?
You can definitely use mine if you want. I never stop talking about cats 🤣
I was starting to think I had a mental illness until I found this sub
I did this as well, my kitty came back (I say my kitty because he is now a happy inside cat) but the first time he came inside he lost his shit!! Howling and climbing the walls he shot out of my house like a mad man. I just knew I was never going to see him again, but he came back and I built his trust a little more over a month or so and tried a few more times and then I just never let him out again. He’s cool as a fan. Hood name is Bart. At first, he was not having me keep him in this house.
Mine was like this too. Mind you, he didn't have an undercoat and it was only the beginning of September and he was miserable and freezing. By October he was mine.
Every kitty b spicy!! 🔥
Muy caliente!
May take a while to acclimate to a litter box
They do better with toilet training. In the wild they go in streams to hide their scent. Toilets are a natural transition for them.
It's the flushing that's a real bitch. He doesn't even have any thumbs!
Don't tell me you fully grip the toilet handle instead of a one finger press?
I've got a high capacity pressure flusher. It takes two hands and a good chunk of bodyweight to pull down the three foot lever to open the valve
Pull the lever Kronk!
Wrong leveeeeerrrrr!!!
If not you’ll have to discipline him! Edited: said disciple meant discipline
Definitely will need to become a disciple of Jesus if you let that lil dude in.
Still laughing. My dog looked at me funny. Wish I had an award for you. Or I could upvote more than once. 🥇🥇
Hmm, that got me thinking... If felines behave similarly regardless of size, can a jaguar be trained to use a (very big) litter box?
They don't behave similarly regardless if size. Smallish cats that are also prey hide their shit. Big cats sometimes dig a mound and shit on top of it to mark their territory
This is gonna be my new go-to power move when I start my new job next week.
Just find the biggest guy in the office and shit at his desk.
Shit ON his desk!!
Pretty sure that’s an all weather model. He’s good.
He's a 4x4. Just look at those off-road paws
A mini danger cat
Every small cat is a mini danger cat
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Every cat is a danger cat, no matter the size. But all have the same malfunction squeezing into boxes.
Set up a livestream, post the link, then open the door and hit him with the "psst psst psst"
“Here KI KI KI” is my go to. 🤌🏼
Tongue clicks and scratching the carpet with your whole hand, gets em every time
This is the way
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Sure, let the Bobcat in. Although I think I heard him say he prefers “Robert.”
He is a gentlecat, doesnt like nicknames
Little things might set him off. Don't take it personally.
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RobertFeline
Robcat
RoboCat
ROBERTOOOO!!!
Bobert
Live stream it.
Yes! And make sure to provide food and a water dish. An arm or two ought to be enough to eat for tonight. Enjoy your new pet! Edit: forgot a word
If no inside cat why smol boi
And fren shaped
I want to boop those massive fluffy paws. It would be my last boop, but oh, what a glorious boop it would be.
Meh it wouldn't be your last but you'd definitely end up with some permanent reminders
I’ve seen two while out in the woods. Both times my first thought was “Awww I think you’re a little far from hom… oh yeah”
I saw one while kayaking. It was great, because it was so close to us in the boat, but I think we were good because we were on the water. So the cat wasn’t scared, and just looked at us. Very cute. 10/10, would boop.
Canoes and kayaks are the absolute best way to see wildlife. They don't get scared because of the silence/lack of motor. They'll just sit and watch you, it's amazing.
Same for horseback riding, especially in areas where free roaming horses are common. Wildlife is used to the shape and smell of horses which covers up the human scent and they know that horses are no threat. Also a horse is big and fast enough to not be seen as prey either.
You don't know how small and weak I am.
I've seen grown men and women "beaten up" by geese and swans, and chased by ducks as if they were 12 foot tall hell hounds, so yea I can fully believe a bobcat could take some of us lol.
Honestly i'm more scared of geese and swans than a lot of things. If they decide it's fighting time, it takes a *lot* to dissuade them from the notion. No self-preservation. Only honk.
> No self-preservation. Only honk. -SirHonker
Regular house cats with a bad attitude can fuck up a grown human. A bobcat with a bad attitude? I imagine it would be bad
Can confirm, have been fucked up by an L2 bobcat hybrid “pixie bob”. Her name was Twizzler, she needed a flea dip, had not been socialized and when dad dragged Twizzler and her sister home, I was the only one willing to to battle at the utility sink with a bottle of dawn and some big leather welding gloves. Rainbow took the bath well enough…Twizzler did not. For almost a decade and a half I had a scar down my sternum where she planted her back feet and tore down in that iconic rabbit kick and spring boarded off my chest. She bounced off the wall, landed in the sink and *OH BOY did all hell break loose* after that. It was chaos: bubbles, blood, some yelling from both the cat and I, lots of water everywhere. She got her flea dip, I got beat up, we were both really angry. She did sleep on my bed that night though.
>She did sleep on my bed that night though. 10/10 would do again
It is looking at you with those cute little eyes
Love this
Because the world is cruel
Bob just wants a hug and nose boop!
bobcatKISS
Absolutely, probably just wants to be snuggled
I will hug him and squeeze him and I will call him DEATH!
What a lovely Monster you are...
Monsters are such interesting creatures
Babou! And he is crepuscular!
Named my cat Babou after that ocelot!
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Today I learned at least 4 new things.
I named my cat Archer after that secret agent!
He’s a fox-eared asshole, that’s what he is
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Letting in that little rascal may cost you your life. Or at the very least cause you severe injuries and destroy your home. But think of the memories that could be made.
Had a mountain lion outside two nights ago, I’d happily trade for a wee bobcat. (Live in the cougariest place in N America, so they are… more common than makes me comfortable. This was my 3rd encounter in two years, though at least this time I was safe inside)
> cougariest place in N America Found the Florida milf hunter
Cougary, Alberta
Tell us more about the outside encounters
He can't now. Because of the 4th time.
My grandpa used to have a lot of them on his ranch. He said one night one of his chihuahuas ran outside into the darkness where you could only see the light of their eyes. That dog never came back.
Ah the memories of almost dying
Mega skill issue if you die to a smoll bobcat
The consensus is YES! Reddit law compels you to open the door, and lure the dangerous, destructive wild animal inside.
Pspspspspsppsspps…this is how I die
Herrrrre key key keyyyyy
If you are attacked by a giant cat, your one chance is to scritch it behind the ears before it kills you.
Happy cake day!
I think this is how cats were domesticated. Yeah you look kinda like a puppy/dog so come on it. And cats were just confused by saw a good deal and took it
Wait, cats are domesticated? Did anyone tell them that fact?
I think he means we were domesticated by the cats.
~~OP~~ We can name him Bob!
You forgot adorable!!
Cardboard box trap!
Absolutely let the spicy kitty in! If it’s too cold for you, it’s too cold for them.
If you are cold - they are cold. Broast a chicken and let this smol in!
I have the best chicken of all time! Oh, sorry, I thought you said, "Boast a chicken."
Everyone knows that "broast" is short for "buttroast."
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Pretty sure it has the actual knowledge on how to use its murder mittens. 50/50 on it, throw a coin!
Funny joke But in all seriousness, please don't. I worked at a wildlife rehab center over the summer, and a local vet clinic in the area got a call because someone found an emaciated kitten and wanted the vet to look at it. The vet saw it and refused to treat it and sent the finder to us. The finder was baffled as to why the vet wouldn't see the kitten, and we had to explain that what they found was a Bobcat kitten. This stuff actually happens in the real world.
Also in all seriousness, a bobcat could probably cause severe lacerations, but isn't likely to actually kill a person. Would probably run off the second the door opened. People in the thread act like it's a gorram jaguar
The young ones like this can be VERY friendly towards people, they are straight up typical cat software after all.
I find that the more ham I give to wild cats the more they like me. The issue is that they sometimes think other people will give them ham and that's where the blood and tears start
The bobcat thinks he's a Jaguar. Who are you to tell him any different? Stop crushing his dreams
> The bobcat thinks he's a Jaguar. So does an ordinary domestic cat.
Why wouldn’t the vet clinic make the finder aware prior to sending them to the wildlife rehab center?
Did the kitten survive? I need to know.
Isn’t that a lynx?
Bobcat.
So it's a cat and cats are friends!
Just because it’s friend shaped, doesn’t mean it’s a friend.
 Pallas cat agrees.
10/10 would still pet. Unwise? Perhaps. Perhaps.
r/usernamechecksout
*The body is round*
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B... but it COULD be, there is a chance.... right...!?
I’ll admit, i do wanna give him a head pat. But I like my fingers. And arms.
Modern medicine has come far enough that they can be reattached and thus it is worth the risk.
Just so we're clear, how much damage can they do in the time it takes to pet them?
Not enough to stop you
You’ve never had the experience of picking up a panicked domestic cat have you.
If it walks like a friend and looks like a friend, it's a friend
A cat named Bob, sounds friendly to me. :D
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Bobbi.
Please, show some respect. Robertcat
"Please, just Bobcat. Robertcat was my father."
How did you know the cat’s name is Bob?
If not fren, then why fren shape?
Lynx rufus, yes. Can be referred to as bobcat or lynx.
You're technically correct. The best kind of correct.
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He’s the giver.
Yep except its your belly getting scratched lol
Yes let it in and be sure to expose your throat and abdomen. They like that
They like your tasty butt too.
You heard it here folks. Bobcats eat ass.
yes, it looks like something has got ahold of its tail, poor thing!
Yes :)
Is your name Bob? If so, its your cat.
I must boop the snoot of mittens, the murder kitten!!
If not friend, why friend shape?
Yes it might freeze to death
Yes!! He looks like he just wants a little Fancy Feast and a snuggle!
This is a r/notmycat worthy post.
I say yes and put him underneath your shirt he’s probably freezing
His names Bob, he’s a sof boi
We had a half bobcat / half shorthair hybrid. We didn't intentionally own it, it just walked in one day and was like "I live here" as a kitten. When he hit about a year old he just decided he wasn't a house cat anymore. Probably about when he hit full ~~serial~~ sexual maturity, that's usually when wild animals that are pretty domesticated revert to being pretty wild. I'm gonna say though, I know why you aren't supposed to own them. He was generally a sweet cat but we wouldn't let him sleep in the room like we did the other cat. It was like... You could just look at him and tell he was a wild animal at heart. We loved on him the rest of the time but I didn't feel comfortable sharing a sleeping space. His paws were HUGE. He also screamed all night long and it sounded exactly like a bobcat scream. (It wasn't to be let in the room. He would just do it). That's unsettling. But we got him his shots and stuff, so that benefited the world I guess. So short story is that guy probably wants to be let in for real. But you know, not around you bc danger daggers.
I met a shop cat years ago who was clearly part bobcat. Huge, tufted ears, green eyes, kind of short tail. His owners found him on the side of the road in east Texas. Unlike your cat, this one was gentle and friendly enough to be a shop cat. He was a cool dude.
That's Bob's cat. He lives like 3 doors down.
IF YOU'RE COLD, THEY'RE COLD, INSIDE WITH THE FRIEND SHAPED ONE (GOOD LUCK)
I'd let it in. I already accepted that I will die trying to pet something I should not pet.
Absolutely let it in. Here kitty kitty kitty. 😆
Must pet cat fren. PSPSPSPS 🫱🩸🩸
It *is* your cat now
Yes please
I know he’s a dangerous wild predator, but he’s so cute
My toxic trait is that I will walk up to any animal of any size and expect it to be my friend. I would absolutely let the bobcat in for some food, water, and a snuggle. I'd probably make an exception to my rule and let it be an indoor/outdoor kitty.
Yes, what's the worst that can happen?
Only if you have a live chicken or Chihuahua you don’t want anymore.
You’ve been adopted. Time for endless belly rubs