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LadyConstanze -> RE: Animal Stories (6/14/2011 4:16:39 AM)
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As a student I adopted a young lynx without knowing what it was, some stupid cow had bought it illegally because she thought it would be "cool" and when the kitten started scratching her designer furniture to bits, decided to have it put down... I overheard while waiting at the vet's for my cat to get shots, after a bit of taking sense to her (read "Would you like me to inform the authorities and the press? This would make a splendid headline...") she decided I could have the blasted "cat" - well it did have a cute kittenish look despite being a rather big cat and I felt so sorry because he was missing the tail (thought maybe it had an accident and lost it or some Manx in it), and cute feathered ears, so I called him Spock. Brought him home, he went for my cat, went for me, but obviously terrified, I couldn't raise my hand without him going into attack mode, it was a rather tense few days until he escaped, I wasn't too sorry because I thought he might be happier outside, in the evening he was back, affectionate and sweet, ignoring Humphrey (the other cat), so I let him out each morning and when I came back from uni let him in again, he settled down nicely and became a super affectionate cat with dog like behaviour (brought you balls to throw for him and all that) and even got on with my old cat, just didn't stop growing. When he reached knee height I called the vet and asked if he might be from near a nuclear plant because he's clearly a bit of a mutant, and he said "Oh, you weren't aware that he's a lynx?" DOH! Never had problems with him, though the people around me loved him, at the time I was living in Germany and weasels were a big problem in the city, they bit through the cables of parked cars and caught massive damage as the plastic smelled like food to them - the weasel population in our street went rapidly down...
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