“They’re wild animals, Victor darling. Why don’t you do a little more research beyond ‘OMG so cute!’?”
“Well, I did poke around a bit and they have been domesticated. An’ just think, he could be protective of you, love.”
“Excuse you? I need protection?”
“No, that’s not what I meant. I meant as opposed to eating you he’d be protective….Like me I suppose.” He said the last part half jokingly.
“Diggin’ a deeper hole, Victor darlin’,” she drawled. “Ocicats. Just like ocelots, but tamer and smaller. Less likely to maim unsuspectin’ folk. You want an ocelot, you get yourself some place somewhere I don’t ever go and keep it there.”