![]() ![]() Not only had her claws been cut out with wire cutters and left to fester, but her baby canine teeth were tipped and had shattered far up into her jaw and abscessed. She was an illegally purchased baby cougar and had been brutally declawed. My bluff in place, especially to myself, I did just that, fluently utilizing the element of surprise to catch her off guard, and within minutes she was safely in my care and we were headed home, her owners left to deal with their newly acquired legal troubles. Ready or not, I had to learn how to move this terrified mess of feline into my carrier and get her safely home. Everyone was hesitant, awaiting my arrival. She was terrified, flashlights and strangers surrounding her. The cub was in a filthy dog carrier in a detached garage. I had the time, but not the common sense to know that this was a really, really bad idea. If I was to care for a cougar, this was probably as good a time as any. My home was empty of the hoards of babies and I was only working on a few injured mammals on the enclosed porch. It was dark, nine something in the evening during the fall of 1998 I believe. ![]() Law enforcement vehicles were everywhere. The house was small, dilapidated and there was no fencing to be seen. The directions were correct, but I was in disbelief. Whatever the situation was, I would figure it out, appearing the calm professional and save the day. I had driving directions and a rapid pulse and was on my way to Lord only knew. ![]() A large dog crate was loaded into the back of the truck, catch net, welding gloves, goggles.I had no idea what I would need. Late night animal calls are rarely without drama, but a late night call for a mountain lion cub sent me into a frenzy of nervous preparation. ![]()
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