Living with a Lion

When I was younger, I needed to get away from a bad situation. I didn't know how to set limits or boundaries with people that were toxic for me. Obviously, this is a skill I still haven't learned.

Anyway, to handle my toxic people, I went out and got myself a Lion. He was a good Lion, He made all the bad people go away. He kept anyone and everyone but himself from ever hurting me again.

That's the trouble with Lions. No matter how tame they appear, they will kill you.

And if you try to tell someone outside of the den, they look at you like you're crazy. 'Why, he's a pussy cat' they'll say.