I really do not understand why no one can spell cougar.
I live on Cougar Lane and every time I have to call the cable company or the water company or an electrician I have to spell out C-O-U-G-A-R about ten times.
Than I have to explain what a cougar is.
It’s a mountain lion.
You know that wild cat with the cute little tail?
No, that is a bobcat.
Way less likely to attack you in the wild than a hungry cougar.
Puma, ocelot, jaguar, cougar;
Now I know I grew up in the mountains but am I the only one who recognizes the members of the wild cat family?
This whole conversation came about yesterday when Kirstin and I were leaving a friends home to go for a run.
There have recently been several attacks on small pets by mountain lions in this area.
Our friends may have been mocking our choices in recent years to date younger guys.
As we walked out the door, Kirstin yelled behind us
“Mountain lions don’t mess with cougars. We will be fine!”
This recipe is a tasty snack after running away from cougars; the furry kind or the blond kind.