The High Desert Museum's painful loss of their premier live exhibit, Ochoco the bobcat, triggered memories that go back to the '50s when I first became involved with rehabilitating wildlife.
The year was 1955 or 56, when I met a de-clawed bobcat of the same disposition as Ochoco being kept in horrifying conditions at a sporting goods store on the corner of 3rd and Franklin in Bend.
Customers and passersby would come into the shop and poke sticks at the poor animal that was stuffed in a four-by-four cage. It would hiss and strike out at the pestiferous people who, for some strange reason, got some kind of diabolical joy out of making it thrash about.






