Have started feeding the lion downstairs as dad was getting p..t off at all the birdy doo doo on back verandah (they love dry cat food) ?!? We think this change of venue may have been the catalyst for the lions ferocious and totally unprovoked attack on my foot and leg as I went out to buy icecreams (no fat no sugar no taste no nothing) from the icecream van for dad on Wednesday nite. My blood curdling scream rent the air and dad came running with a base ball bat, thrust it at me and said swing it at him...I didnt of course, but the bat remains leaning against the wall in the kitchen . . .just in case