I love cats. All cats, even the really big ones. Cats are cats, no matter the size. The biggest difference is that I outweigh my house cats by a good 100 pounds and could easily take them out of they tried to chew off my leg, and they know this … and so don’t generally try to chew off my leg. Generally. Ronin gives it a go every once in a while, but I give him “the look” and he stops chewing and starts licking. Don’t think I don’t know that every time he is licking something he’d rather be chewing on it. He no longer chews on his sisters head (at least not so much), but he does lick her head until it is sopping wet these days. I am certain he’d rather be chewing on her ears … and my feet. He’s a big cat in a somewhat small package.

But these ARE big cats, lions, and just look at them:

They are SOOOO cute. Deadly, due to their size, but cute nonetheless. See, all cats like the belly rubs, but at least with my little monsters, when they decide they have had enough, I don’t have to worry about losing a limb … or my head.

And the dude is pretty hot too. Not that I am looking (too intensely).