Wednesday, February 6, 2013

On the subject of big cats

Back in the early 70's I worked for a fellow named Joe who had done some Oil Exploration in the Brazilian way back when he was younger. He told me the tale of walking through the jungle with the sense that he was being followed. He stopped and the noise stopped. He went on and sensed it again. He made a camp, and in the firelight saw eyes reflected from the bushes. It took several encounters, but eventually the smell of coffee and bacon overcame the Ocelot kitten's natural fear, and he came to Joe for food. Joe eventually became friends with the animal and they became inseparable. Back in the out back in those days, if you rented a room at a local in and it had a double bed, that meant that it was double occupancy. You never knew who you might wake up next to. Joe stayed at one of these places and a fellow came in during the night and got into bed with him. He didn't fool around with Joe, so they slept the night peacefully. Until morning, when Joe felt an the sharp pain of an elbow in his side repeatedly. Joe woke up and his now full grown kitty was sitting up on this fellows chest drooling a little. He had put the Ocelot on a leash at the foot of the bed when he went to sleep, but it was just long enough to reach his new friend. The man complained to management and Joe had to leave, but he laughed every time he told the story. He had pics too. Smoked enormous foreign cigars and had great stories.

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