When my uncle was growing up in Alaska, the guy who owned the big General Store in town had a pet bobcat.
From what my uncle said, the guy was a mountain of a man, so at first you’d see him across the store holding the bobcat and petting it, and be like, ‘oh, normal guy with a cat.’ And then you’d get closer and be like ‘Oh… that’s a bobcat.’
When not demanding pets, the bobcat would spend his time going from exposed rafter to exposed rafter, monitoring his domain.
My aunt had a cat who basically lived in the whole condo complex and probably begged food from everyone lol. But he’d also just go to other people’s places to hang out.
I remember one day when we were out for a walk, and we passed by a neighbor’s place and there her cat was, on the back of the guy’s sofa, watching football with the neighbor on his big screen TV.
When she moved away, everyone dropped by to say goodbye to her cat.