Good for your aunt, LtS!

Ebbie, I had a tamed bobcat jump up into my arms one time! He was found as a waif out near a drilling rig in WY and one of the fellahs rescued him and raised him up with his german shepherd/alsatian. I went to their office to call on someone else, saw the cat coming towards me. Opened my arms, called to it, with the guy next to me telling me what to do, that it was tame. It was LONG! I am 5'2", but with heels that day, I was probably closer to 5'4". He draped his forearms and paws over my shoulders, gave me kisses in my ear, while I wrapped my armsa round his middle and his hind feet sort of dangled against my knees with his tail almost reaching the floor, tickling my legs. It was magnificent. He used a litter box when in town and the dog was his best friend. He could jump to the top of the office door and knock off a toy, from a sitting position, right next to the door. I'll never forget what a thrill/joy it was to be in such close contact.