Out on my route this morning, I spotted what I thought was a fluffy neighborhood kitty roaming around. So naturally, I crouched down, did the universal “pspsps” call, and tried to make friends.
That’s when the “kitty” turned, let out a low growl, and hissed like it had beef with me from a past life. This wasn’t a house cat. This was a bobcat. A full-blown wilderness gremlin creeping through suburbia like it owned the HOA.
But in true Dawgzilla fashion, I said, “C’mere, buddy!” and scooped him up anyway—fully prepared to lose an arm for the sake of petting this majestic beast.
Turns out… not a bobcat. Just the largest Maine Coon I’ve ever seen in my life. His name is Juzo, and based on his face in the photo, he’d rather file a complaint than be held again.
