I am completely unseen, she thinks.
I am Cat, finest predator the world has ever seen.
Pound for pound I am the strongest mammal in the world.
I can run thirty miles an hour, I have ears good enough that scientists have copied their shape when making new antennae, my bite is dangerous enough you should see a doctor if I sink fang very deeply into you, and I can see in the darkest of night conditions.
Ancient civilizations worshiped me, and even after they stopped seeing me as a Goddess, they still saw me as a member of the family.
I am not really domesticated, still mostly wild, and I choose who I will love and who I will not.
Here I am, stalking the backyard Savannah, seeking prey.
Mom calls me Baby Bobcat.
I am Cat, and I am unseen.
(The cat in the picture is a semi-feral tabby named Saia. She really does think she’s a baby bobcat. Picture taken by Lenore Plassman, who can be found writing over at the Creative Fancy site.)
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