As a Cat-Dad, this got to me. I don't know if I could deal with the Lioness sniffing my leg at the end (Lionesses are fucking lethal) but everything before that is the epitome of sweet.
As a Cat-Dad, this got to me. I don't know if I could deal with the Lioness sniffing my leg at the end (Lionesses are fucking lethal) but everything before that is the epitome of sweet.
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If you read about the interesting history of Tippi Hedren's Big Cat rescue ranch, you'll realize that this sort of gentle kindness from a lion is a bit of an....exception.





Agreed. That should never be expected to be the norm.
To that end, you can't even trust a regular housecat.. when mine was younger, she always had a propensity to sit in the shadows. As you walked by, she'd run out, jump on your calves, then take off.
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Greater yet, the pain in little drawings
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