Kitty is all cute and everything till he rips your face off...
Years ago when I was in college, I got the opportunity to play alone for an hour with a 3 month old mountain lion cub. Long story, not important. The cub was about the size of an adult housecat, and he was feisty. Giving me his screech every few minutes, and fighting with me like a kitten would. An extremely powerful kitten. By the end of that hour, I had blood streaming in rivulets down my forearms. Playing with him was extremely painful—but how many people can say they’ve played with a mountain lion cub? So I stuck it out for an hour, then washed thoroughly and sprayed all my deep cuts with Bactine. Fun time for an hour. For a lifetime pet? Heck no.