I once visited a place called the Exotic Feline Rescue Center in Crown Point, Indiana. The man there rescued big cats like lions and tigers, previously owned by people. The owner kept them behind chain-link fences, where they had enough room to roam in their pens. If it weren’t for people who would adopt cubs, only to find out that once they got big, they were not cute, but dangerous, the place would not exist.
Big cats think they’re playing, but they’re far too rough for a human to withstand. A friend of mine got knocked down by a half-grown lion who stole her hair bunchie and started playing with it. She had strained muscles down her back from the tackle. She was lucky it was only that. Sometimes big cats turn on their owners.
I don’t know why anyone would keep a big cat except to invoke fear and admiration. To have a status symbol. But the cat can strike back, cost a lot of money for their carnivore diet, and propose a big problem if one wants to get rid of it. I don’t think anyone should keep a big cat.
Words Like Me 