Wife and I were on a weekend getaway at a cabin(studio style w only bathroom enclosed, ~800 sq ft) in SE Oklahoma. Cooked a mess of shrimp in a broil, then ate like royalty. Beautiful fall night, we had the french doors open to a deck.
While sitting there stuffed and REALLY high, watching a Trump rally, a bobcat walks up to the door. I was across the room, but wife was on the bed 2 ft from the door.
I had cotton mouth so bad, when I tried to talk nothing came out. Quick thinking redneck like myself, I started hissing at the cat. The shock on both the cats and my wife's face will forever be etched in my mind.
It ran off, she jumped up and shut the door before I could even get my feet off the coffee table.
She didnt think they still existed in Oklahoma.