When I was a kid, 7 or 8, my dad took me to a pet store in Denver. They had an Ocelot for sale...it was in a glass cabinet and the shop owner told us that it was wild and had scratched and bit him. My dad said he had always wanted one, but couldn't afford one. It was cool to see it but I didn't want it as a pet...

That same shop also sold baby alligators.

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