First it was the loose cobra, then the kidnapped alligator and anaconda…now, Stockport has a wild cat on the roam. Not a missing tabby or a feral kitten – ‘a large ‘mountain lion’ type animal’, seen in a local resident’s garden. Read it here.
Experts dismiss it as a ‘melanistic savannah’. No, I don’t know what that is, either, so I looked it up (hooray for free speech on the internet!). Wikipedia tells me it:
is a medium-sized African wild cat. DNA studies have shown that the serval is closely related to the African golden cat and the caracal.
I’m no wiser. I guess free speech is overrated.
Here’s a picture of a serval from junglecats.com (quoting the source – better practice than just linking the picture to the original website: dull reading, but I hope it will keep me out of a yankee jail):
Doesn’t look meaner than any other cat, does it?
I am reminded of my favourite cat quote. I’ve shared it before, but cats have nine lives, and so do their quotes:
Cats were once worshipped as gods. Cats have never forgotten this.
Wild cats on the loose in Stockport…I guess I should have stayed in South Africa; it’s probably safer there. We emigrated from England to South Africa in 1982: first my Dad and younger brother; Mum and I followed six months later. Mum was on the phone to Younger Brother just after he arrived:
Mum: So what’s it like?
YB: [Joking] Great! I’m just watching the lions stroll down the street.
Mum: [Screams] [Incoherent babble about getting out of there now!] [Faints]
I could have that conversation with her today, from Widnes to Stockport, and it would be the same in its essentials.
Or maybe it would be me with the [Screams] [Incoherent babble] [Faints]: Mum’s been dead four years.