24 January 2011
little did i know then, that richard's daddy was a bobcat or a mountain lion, and he would grow in the biggest cat evah, so now i have a 22 pound cat whose idea of a good time is attacking hands. scares the bejesus out of visitors to the atelier, let me tell you- if he likes you and stops being terrified long enough to come out from under the bed, sooner or later, your hands are gonna get it. no escape.
the amazing thing is that even though richard has the tools to be one of nature's fiercest predators- 22 pounds of muscle, needle sharp teeth and claws, is not something i'd want to mess with in a dark alley- he really is just a big ol' pussycat at heart. he has never pierced my skin or even put a scratch mark on me in his playful attacks. sure you feel it- he's a big boy- but it never really hurts. when i warn guests of his habits and they indulge him, to a one they react the same after an encounter- it looks likes he's gonna hurt you, but when it's all over, and no blood is drawn or limbs severed, they laugh and let him go in for the kill again. kind of like a scary ride at amusement park- after you live through it once, you do again, just for fun!
so do you think you'd be brave enough to stop in for a bite?
Posted by christian may at 1/24/2011