Or to be on the patio with a cool drink and hear a lion roar.
Once apon a time (and I know this is off subject, but relavent perhaps) we, my wife and I, were visiting her mother in an itty bitty town in far west Texas, Alpine to be exact. Smoking in the house was not allowed but ok out on the deck. That's mountain lion country and the kittys had no compunction about letting you know it. I never saw one but they were not all that far away.