I'm a Lion Fool

Here is my explanation followed by an explanation.

I feel kinda bad. I might have caused some confusion when I posted my small cat tale on Friday. Silly me, I thought it was obvious when I was relating real facts and when I was spouting pure nonsense. Turns out either people think my life’s way more interesting than it really is, or everything I say just sounds like pure nonsense. Which makes me a little tempted to start making everything up, just for fun.

But I wouldn’t do that. Instead, from now on I’ll be sure to post a warning when I’m telling tall tales. I even have a new label in the sidebar called Total Fiction Prompted By Cool Photo. Because very often when I see a cool photo, I can’t help but make up a story to go with it.

Now for the REAL story behind the lion cub in the picture: She was called Nala (at least temporarily), and she was rescued from a circus in Mexico, along with several other animals. The adult animals were sent right away to new homes, but Nala was in the foster care of a friend of my brother-in-law for about a month. My brother-in-law had the chance to play with her and take pictures of her at his friend’s home.

He reports that although her teeth were not sharp, her jaws were super strong! He’s a big guy, too – which makes me think twice about whether or not I’d really want to roughhouse with one of those. I’m pretty envious, though – how many people get to play with one of the big cats?

Probably the most exotic pet we’ve had was a giant pill millipede from Madagascar. It was my husband’s, actually. To me it looked just like a lobster tail, except when it rolled up into a ball. Then it looked like a croquet ball. We had two little ones, too, that looked like chocolate truffles when they were all rolled up.

So that’s the truth, and I ain’t lion.
No, I really mean it, and I’m not just kitten around.