First sign of trouble: it killed your German Shepherd
lol...
It may have been when my dad was stationed in Mississippi...my mom can no longer recall, and my dad has dementia, but it was somehwere down South. Somehow he met an older lady who had a very vicious cat. She took care of it, but didn’t let it in the house. She couldn’t understand why it wasn’t like a normal cat. And it was beating the tar out of all the dogs in the neighbourhood. My dad had to inform her it was a Bobcat. :)