Ugly Dougly wrote:Cats also figured in the cycle of Saint John the Baptist, which took place on June 24, at the time of summer solstice. Crowds made bonfires, jumped over them, danced around them, and threw into them objects with magical power, hoping to avoid disaster and obtain good fortune during the rest of the year. A favorite object was cats - cats tied up in bags, cats suspended from ropes, or cats burned at stake. Parisians liked to incinerate cats by the sackful, while the Courimauds (or "cour à miaud" or cat chasers) of Saint Chamond preferred to chase a flaming cat through the streets. In parts of Burgundy and Lorraine they danced around a kind of burning May pole with a cat tied to it. In the Metz region they burned a dozen cats at a time in a basket on top of a bonfire. The ceremony took place with great pomp in Metz itself, until it was abolished in 1765. ... Although the practice varied from place to place, the ingredients were everywhere the same: a "feu de joie" (bonfire), cats, and an aura of hilarious witch-hunting. Wherever the scent of burning felines could be found, a smile was sure to follow.
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Clients who were posted to South Africa, were once invited to visit a farm in Zimbabwe. As many such places in the heat, doors & windows were open. With their family sitting in the main ground-floor room with their hosts, suddenly the host said something to the effect of 'every body sit still, don't do anything, everything's fine'. Then a male lion walked in. With the hosts at ease, the lion quietly toured the room, snuffed at some, then went upstairs to where the hosts' infant was sleeping. Very shortly the lion came back down and quietly left. Then the host explained. He's the alpha male. He views the whole area as his. He saw strangers arrive, so he had to come see you and make sure the baby is o.k..
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