Ellen liked the lynx. Or vice versa.

Insert traumatic story: I had Abby in the ergo (front carrier), and was happily taking pictures of these elephants, when I half-stepped on something. I looked down...

and saw THIS:

I freaked out and ran a million yards away, sucking in air rather than screaming, and holding on to Abby for dear life. When I turned around to check on Jeff and the girls, I saw Ellen three-quarters of the way out of the stroller on her way to pet it. Both girls asked to touch it. I nicely said they couldn't.

Yes, they are looking at me like I'm crazy.

This is the first time we've EVER, in 3 years, seen the ocelot. Well, I've seen it's paw, or tail, but that doesn't count.

Abby also thinks I'm crazy.