the thing with the linx, or the manx, or the big cat.

So, this all started a couple of months ago. 

Jay's grandparents came over for dinner and through the kitchen window Grandpa spotted a VERY large cat on the roof. We all proceeded to run out onto the balcony to see it. Then  I got this footage:

A couple weeks later, this very large cat came into our apartment because we left our back door open. I was sitting on the floor, I look up and there it is, starring at me.

I say, "Jay" and then it runs out.

Hadn't seen it since this week.

Came home from ice cream and there it is in the parking lot.

We both crouch down so that we don't scare it off.

Jay creeps up to it and starts petting it. While petting the large cat, he is saying things like:

"I am so scared right now.

This thing is so big. Look at it's paws.

I don't want to move because of this thing.

We should stay here for this cat.

This is the largest beast I have ever tamed.

This thing is like a dog.

It could rip me up."

The cat doesn't seemed too skittish because is kinda growling. Then, I flash this picture:

and it runs away. We can't find it.

Then Jay starts saying stuff like this:

"I wish we could have befriended it.

I wish that we could have made friends with it and then it became our cat.

I would have put him over my shoulder.

I was so nervous.

So that was like a domestic kitty-cat, right?

It was so huge.

I'm sure it mated with a bobcat."

For the rest of the night, Millie was referred to as: normal-sized cat.

"Hi, normal sized cat.

I like you normal sized cat."

I love these special memories in Second Home. Can't wait for the memories in Third Home.