:eek:
Gah!
I used to want a tiger as a pet. When I was SIX! Then I realized it was a dumb idea.
There are aspects of people that I really don’t get. And, at this point, that lion is probably dead meat. Poor lion. Poor scared people, and poor pets that might become lion-snacks.
Wow, though, he’s small. Only 70 kilos?
I like this bit:
What are they expecting? A phone call?
Another story noted that he’s a juvenile, just starting to grow his mane.
Possibly an e-mail.
im in ur yard eatin ur petz
Tsk tsk. As per the unspoken rules of the Dope, shouldn’t this cat thread have some pix to accompany it?
I figured he must have been, given the size. He’s really just a sub-adult at that size. I just originally had visions of a much larger beast.
Things like this get me so frustrated.
Maybe they were expecting something to come across the grapevine.
In the late 1960’s, I babysat for a couple that had a little girl, and a lion. The lion had a cage in the backyard, and they would let it out to swim in the pool. One day, “Baby” ran off. We lived in the east part of Irving, TX , separated from Dallas by the Trinity River. The searchers were down in the riverbottoms, calling out for “Baby”, when they came across some fishermen. When the fishermen asked how old the baby was, they were informed that “Baby” was a lion about 2 years old. They decided they were done fishing for the day, and made a quick exit. “Baby” also had to exit after he was found.
In an interesting side note, the parents were in the “wholesale jewelry sale and jewelry repair business”. Their “jewelry repair” business involved taking out real gems and replacing them with fakes. He also was a burgler on the side. “If anyone asks for me, I’m not here” was a common instruction-they were both often home when I babysat, they didn’t want to care for the little girl or for her brother. (I had wondered why they had 8 cameras hanging on the pole in their hall closet, and 7 sets of sterling silver-some of which he melted down in the back yard.) When he was finally caught, they had a photo of some of the stolen items in the paper. ("Oh, look, there’s the fur coat he gave her for Christmas, and the 12 string guitar, and the banjo, and the bear skin rug from the den, and Bubba’s new crib!) They had given me a ring with a pearl and 2 small diamonds. When I called the police to report that, they told me not to worry about it. They said they had more than enough evidence!
He’s in jail!
Link:
http://www.cbc.ca/canada/ottawa/story/2008/05/01/lion-capture.html
Sorry - the “insert hyperlink” doesn’t work from work!
das Glas"
Oh my goodness. That’s not a sub-adult, that’s a cub. I don’t know for sure, my lion anatomy lessons being poorer than I’d like, but I don’t think that’s a mane coming in at all. It’s just baby ruff.
Six months old. Poor thing. He’s terribly cute, though.
Everywhere.
They’re everywhere.
Awww,
He’s a tiny little killer.
He may be a cub, but 75 kilograms is 165 pounds. That’s a goddamned big cat. I don’t think I would have had the balls to just rope him up and toss him in the back of my car.
Only in Kenya! (Flash animation)
and if you’re lucky, they’ll be really lively
It is a big cat, but it’s a baby lion. Would I want to go catch it? No. But still, I feel bad for the poor thing. He shouldn’t be separated from his mother yet. In the wild he’d have another year and a half.
I still don’t understand why people want lions and tigers and so on as “pets”. As you say, RickJay, it’s goddamn big cat.
Damn you. I wanted to post this.
That last picture sooooooo needs to be lolcatted. 
waves Hi. 
Though in all honesty, yeah, that’s a cub. Not a cublet that would be making cute growly sounds as it padded around, but not even a teenager yet. If he had to be compared to a human, he’d be about a 10 year old kid or so I think.
It’s a widdle guy!
…relatively speaking.
I don’t think he’d even be ten, really. They disperse from the pride at two years old (roughly), so call that 20 for ease of conversion. He’s like five years old in human terms.