I walked out to my mailbox one afternoon and looked and I thought it was a stray cat about thirty yards from me. Then it stopped walking and stared at me and I got a good look at it. It was a young bobcat.
Plus a few years back I saw a bobcat in an old downed tree root and was sitting there watching it and out come two cubs.
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