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Peggy Sue - Story of a Pet Lynx by John Williamson
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Many thanks to John Williamson of TigerTouch, for allowing the use of this article on ExoticCatz.com.

When the active, growing cub had mastered the ins and outs of her birth person's life, she was ready for adoption by a permanent family.

This was no easy thing because her new people had to be just right. They had to know and accept exactly what they were committed to, and her birth person had to be completely satisfied with them, assured they would give this young Lynx the best possible care and affection for the rest of her life.

In the end, when her prospective new family arrived to meet her, the little cub made her own decision.

Suddenly, with a great leap and scrabble, the cub of our story came bounding back to her new family. She snuggled down with them, staking her claim.

On the road with her new family, her little bed between them, two human hands gently reassured her. Not knowing what lay ahead, she simply trusted and slept soundly for six hours, humming down the highways to her new home.

Before dawn the next morning, Peggy Sue was awakened by scratchings at the grilled door to her room. Instantly alert, she raced to the grill where she was met by a large, long necked, spindly legged cat called a serval.

Before long, Peggy Sue and Streaker became close friends and playmates. And play they did, running, leaping, wrestling till they were exhausted.

And if this story is to have a moral, as a good story should, it is only that surrounded by grace, love, and dignity, a tiny Lynx has truly adopted these virtues as her own.

Peggy Sue has become a far more wonderful being and cherished companion than most of us would ever have believed possible.

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Just as we have a dark side mixed with grace, love, and dignity, so has the Lynx. We want to show you these wondrous aspects in this modern day real life account.

Our story begins with a tiny Lynx newborn who came to be known as Peggy Sue. At five days old, unable to see clearly, she was plunged into a world of people that the many thousands of her ancestors had not prepared her for. Except for the love of a remarkable woman, she was alone, helpless, and on her own.

Senses flooded with the strange, clamorous sounds of people going about their everyday business, she absorbed the sounds of commerce, the many vehicles, the shrill of sirens, the horns, and strange motor noises. With good fortune, she moved through this medley of sensations in the safety and warmth of her own little bed, rocked by the motion of travel. At her slightest cry, a soft, soothing hand would touch her. She was not unhappy, this wild child, only impatient for understanding and a destiny she vaguely felt.

During days at her birth person's office, she pondered the complex sounds of people moving about, talking to one another, operating their machines. These sounds and a fog of odors strained her growing awareness. She was less prepared for the odors than anything else.

Then a magical day came when the formless blobs of light and dark in her vision finally turned into bright, dancing, exciting images. Now, slowly connecting these new images with the sounds, odors, and sensations she had become accustomed to, she began that painful process all life's creatures must go through. She began to sort out what was herself and what was not.

With loving care and nutritious food, the little Lynx grew and grew. When she reached the size of a hat she spent most of her waking time walking, running, and climbing to develop her muscles. She was comfortable with the world of people now and enjoyed her trips to the office. She learned that when people saw her, they gave off warm feelings for her, and always petted and cuddled her. She liked this a lot, and the sweet memories became a landmark of her being.

When the active, growing cub had mastered the ins and outs of her birth person's life, she was ready for adoption by a permanent family. This was no easy thing because her new people had to be just right. They had to know and accept exactly what they were committed to, and her birth person had to be completely satisfied with them, assured they would give this young Lynx the best possible care and affection for the rest of her life.

In the end, when her prospective new family arrived to meet her, the little cub made her own decision. Her litter mates, a brother and sister, were also there for the big meeting. One by one, the cubs came to touch, taste, and smell the new people, then retreated, not interested.

Suddenly, with a great leap and scrabble, the cub of our story came bounding back to her new family. She snuggled down with them, staking her claim. There were tears of joy all around as formalities, well wishes, and don't forget's were taken care of. The pug nosed little cub was promptly christened "Peggy Sue" and offered a remarkably loud Urrrr for her size.

Peggy Sue left forever the familiarity of her birth person's surroundings. On the road with her new family, her little bed between them, two human hands gently reassured her. Not knowing what lay ahead, she simply trusted and slept soundly for six hours, humming down the highways to her new home.

Arriving sleepy eyed, Peggy Sue discovered her very own bedroom complete with a big bed, furniture she could climb on, and many toys. After a few inquisitive sniffs though, she quickly realized there was a strange cat in her house, one that smelled different than any she knew. She wasn't afraid though, she just wanted to eat and get back to sleep. She could start exploring and deal with the strange cat later.

Before dawn the next morning, Peggy Sue was awakened by scratchings at the grilled door to her room. Instantly alert, she raced to the grill where she was met by a large, long necked, spindly legged cat called a serval. His name was Streaker, and they sniffed each other through the grill. This ritual was continued for most of a month, till Peggy Sue put on a lot more growth and the two of them came to know each other without confrontation. They took turns in their own rooms while the other explored their house.

When Peggy Sue moved on to more solid food, she developed a rather odd taste for melon, cherishing this more than meat. Then she added fruit to her pallet, such as bananas and strawberries and apples. Eventually, the question was put to rest. Peggy Sue not only had a well defined sweet tooth, but a taste for certain vegetables as well.

At the time of the banana, Peggy Sue was about half the size of Streaker. Both were deemed ready for a well supervised face to face meeting. There was some concern because Servals are very quick and go for the eyes if they feel threatened. There were a few mutual sniffs, then Streaker made a darting nip to Peggy Sue's head. She pondered the insult for only a moment, then quickly grabbed Streaker by the throat and pinned him to the floor, much as any modern woman might deal with a pushy male. Streaker mended his macho ways then and there, for all time.

Before long, Peggy Sue and Streaker became close friends and playmates. And play they did, running, leaping, wrestling till they were exhausted. It even became a daily ritual to use this play to wake their people up, leaping in and out of bed till breakfast was assured. Once their meal was over, and their other family members busy with the day, they would return to bed.

One winter day Peggy Sue's companions decided to take her and Streaker on a much deserved vacation, to introduce them to mountain country. Peggy Sue was really excited because she loved to travel and was comfortable in the family camper. At night, she quickly learned the importance of sneaking into a motel room rather than boldly prancing through the lobby. But this was only a minor sacrifice because each night she had a whole new space to explore.

The family soon reached the beautiful foothills of a high mountain range. Peggy Sue was impressed. The cool, fresh air invited her to race off to high adventure among the trees and rocks but her companions persuaded her to wait just a while longer for a big surprise.

And there it was... Snow! The cold, mushy white stuff she was born to master. She set off boldly, tugging her companion helplessly along on her leash. Dashing here and there, she sniffed every rock, tree, fallen cone and bird feather. Already assured of two meals a day and any snacks she might want, She was far more interested in the exotic terrain than in nearby small animal.

Hours later, having thoroughly exhausted herself in the high altitude, and complaining of cold, wet feet, her companion had to carry her limp body back to the welcome warmth of her carpeted camper. Streaker had wisely decided to wait for her. With ancestors from the hot plains of Africa, he would shiver and suspect the worse at the first whiff of cold air. For some reason known only to Peggy Sue, she couldn't be tempted out of the camper again that day. She would watch the scenery through the windows, thank you!

After a few more scenic days and exciting motel nights, Peggy Sue and Streaker were happy to be back home, where to this day, Streaker refuses to leave except in the heated motor home. Peggy Sue, however, insists on traveling at every opportunity, sitting erect and alert on her jump seat. Most of all, she loves to visit shopping malls where she invariably attracts a crowd of people to admire her.

"Once a star, always a star," someone once said. Peggy Sue is no exception, and by her first birthday she had developed several unique performances. Her hat trick, for example, is a surprise without peer and always draws sustained applause. Then, for an audience that is especially attentive, she will often spin rapidly on one foot, much like an ice skater, for a stunning grand finale.

So, dear readers, this isn't by any means the end of Peggy Sue's story, only a pause. She has many years to pursue life with her companions and to meet and impress many people with her personality and spirit. And if this story is to have a moral, as a good story should, it is only that surrounded by grace, love, and dignity, a tiny Lynx has truly adopted these virtues as her own. Peggy Sue has become a far more wonderful being and cherished companion than most of us would ever have believed possible.

This page may help to better understand the full nature of Lynx. We hope some may come to appreciate and respect the complex feeling behavior of this brave, beautiful creature and work to save the remaining wild Lynx from human predators.

Thank you.


Many thanks to John Williamson of TigerTouch, for allowing the use of this article on ExoticCatz.com. This article is copyrighted 2004 by John Williamson. All rights are reserved.







 

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