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- Nov 28, 2018
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I am in awe with the amazing hunting skills of this orange wild cat. I trapped him about 11 months ago, and began the process of integrating this (vet says 1 and a half year old) into domestic life. It took forever, but we're at the point now where this miniature lion (his long stride matches that of a lion, he has very muscular legs and looks impressive as he struts) follows me from room to room in the house, and waits for me at the door when I leave. He climbs my leg, often, for some Love. And when he's in my arms, rubbing the sides of his face firmly against mine, purring so loudly, being cradled as a baby would, it's so easy to forget his wild beginnings. But there are times such as yesterday, where I stand in awe and amazement at what this striking orange tomcat is capable of. I had him on a 6 foot leash yesterday, walking him around the backyard when I felt a sharp pull on the leash, and saw a blur of orange leap to the end of his line. Before I knew what had happened, I heard the crunch, and in the time it took me to stoop to the ground to take a look, he had already devoured half of the mouse he just caught, right before my eyes, while leashed. It's absolutely amazing. He could definitely still take care of himself if need be and I have no doubt he could quickly revert back to a fully wild state. I just feel so lucky to hold this little wild thing in my arms at night and hear his contented purr, knowing that he is with me because he chooses to be, not because he needed to be cared for, as he is very obviously quite capable of survival on his own.