What I was thinking when I jumped into the lion den Is it really a "den"? Right there, that was a surprise. It's more of a yard.
I like cats. I have a cat at home. She's cranky. You're petting her and she's all like "pet me!" and then next thing you know it's all claws and teeth and your hand is bleeding and you are cursing (and the wife is all like "you knew she'd do that"). She totally likes wet food, but I think the dry food makes her sick.
Lions are cats, but they are just a lot bigger and even though their claws aren't nearly as sharp they are bigger and stronger - the kind of big and strong that make you think "this is way worse than my housecat because her scratches are kind of a clean cut, where this lion's scratches are more of a ripping and puncturing of my skin and/or organs"
As a kid, I wasn't much of a cat person. We had a dog. He was handsome and sweet, but dumb as a log. Not a normal log, but a really stupid log that maybe got itself wedged between two trees and they are like, "Oh nice. Stupid log is stuck between us. This feels great!"
The funny thing about lions is this: When they bite your neck, that's pretty much it. You'd think one of those thick wool turtlenecks might help out - protecting the ol' neck and all with its warm wooly goodness, but you'd be wrong. They can bite right through a sweater, unlike a housecat.
