“It’s a cat.”

“No it isn’t, it’s a lion.”

“Nah, it’s a cat. Look at it lying there, it’s a cat.”

“Uh, uh. Something that big has gotta be a lion.”

“Of course it ain’t dimwit. Lions roar, have big teeth, yawn a lot. I’ve seen ‘em on Discovery ain’t I?”

“You mean that ain’t a lion?”

“Nah, it’s just a big wussy cat. Harmless, couldn’t bite you if it tried.”

“So, if I go pet it…”

“Nothing would happen to you, nothing. ‘Cept maybe a scratch or two.”

“Well, I like cats…”

“Go say hello to it, maybe they’ll let you take it home. Rescue cat, you know.”

“Well, Hell, I can give it a home.”

“Yeah, you should, give the poor kitty some good looking after.”

“I’m going, ain’t gonna let them treat a poor pussy like that.”

“You go, you show them how a kitty should be treated.”

“I’m going.”

“Wowser, you show them, Bubba.”

“Here, Kitty.”

“Cute kitty, isn’t it. You’ll be a good owner.”

“Here Kitty, h—.”

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“You know, that there’s one mighty fine lion.”