That is soooo cool Mastevt!! I had a similar experience probably 4 years ago now. I was rifle hunting and ole Bob came right to me. He kept coming and coming directly at me. When he was about 2 feet from the bottom of my boots, I swung the rifle at him (just in case he was thinking I was a scratching post) and he froze, hadthat 'oh no' lookand bolted. What I remember most is the tufts on his ears and the size of his paws, just huge. Would have made a dandy mount, but unfortunately no cat season here.