A short story from the jungles of central America about an idiot and an ocelot a man and a cat. A long time ago, before we had children, hubby and I took an exciting trip to Belize (same trip as Jungle John). One night hubby and I were enjoying dinner at the rain-forest resort where we stayed.  It was an open air restaurant with no door, and steps leading down to the path.  To our surprise, in walked an ocelot. While ocelot’s are magnificent creatures, they are none-the-less wild cats, and not what one would expect to see in a [Read More]