Are you related to my neighbor? He keeps threatening to deliver a pair of abandoned lynx kittens to our doorstep; Mr. Sg bellows, “Stay away from my wife,” but everyone is so accustomed to his bellowing that he might as well whisper. To date, I (aka “Sucker”) have not become mama cat again, but the scary possibility lurks around every corner. (P.S. My neighbor is a preacher and he’s not scared of Mr. Sg, either. People who don’t know Mr. Sg are scared of him, so we probably won’t inherit too many lynx kittens.)
I don’t know anything about raising lynx other than they get big and can turn on you.
OR they can totally baby out and act like normal housecats.
Russian roulette with claws.
My bobcat domestic mix was a handful at times, and she only weighed 22 pounds.
But that was 22 pounds that was climbing your leg with claws after your ham, roast beef, turkey sandwich or provilone cheese.
Loved that fluffball dearly.