Non-fiction story from my early marriage.
First off this wasn’t funny the day it happened, but not many people can claim this happened to them.
It was a beautiful day and my husband and I decided to visit a friend who had a small zoo of a type within town limits so it wasn’t much. He had medium-sized wild cats called Ocelots and Margays. This picture is an Ocelot.
They were beautiful wild cats and he brought them out of the cage and tied them to a stake so we could pet them. I was a little scared of them so didn’t get too close. I petted them carefully.
Problem was I wasn’t close enough. The cat wanted attention and jumped up to put his paws on my body to stand up and I moved and he raked his claws down both legs. I was a bleeding mess.
I don’t blame the cat, as it was my…
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