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This guy looks seriously confused. Thinking, "Do these humans not know what I am?"

That's a keeper right there. No need for a dog what you have an attack cat.

That's my kind of cat.

Do you really not know?

Again I got punked!
Here's a link to an explanation of the real story.
https://awesomejelly.com/mountain-lion-bath/

What amazes me is how cooperative the cat is and how it obeys orders.

Well cougars are the largest of the lesser cats, and it does seem content to be doted on. Still I make it a point never to trust a nun, a nurse, or a cat.

Well, Russians have some balls. I don't like them, but I respect them.
https://www.slavorum.org/in-russia-ever ... torcycles/
or
http://thechive.com/2014/08/28/in-russi ... 35-photos/

Even their women are beautiful when they are young, and tough after that

@Kinetic: Yes, I am very distrustful of cats. They are selfish and manipulative creatures.

My experience with nuns is zero, but I've known far more nurses that came off as a little crazy, than I've known sane.

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SHMIV wrote:...but I've known far more nurses that came off as a little crazy, than I've known sane.

Get to know some nurses well enought to ask about patient stories... and you'll come to realize that they've been made that way...

Lmao. Indeed. I married into the medical community; I didn't have to ask for patient stories. I've been hearing them for several years, without request, lol.

I get the impression that dealing with people, in general, is enough to drive one nuts. My own experiences, in several states, deepen that impression.

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I had a bad experience with nun when I was in Catholic school. I was left handed and the nuns would wack my left hand with a half yard stick every everytime I would use it and call me devils spawn when I was in kindergarten. I got fed up with that behavior relatively quickly I grabbed the nun's arm before she could hit me with that stick clamped down on her exposed arm like a snapping turtle until I drew blood.

In the meeting with the monsignor he suggested that I was better suited in public school and that was my last day in catholic school. My mother was mortified but my father used to laugh about it until the day he died.