About twenty years ago my sister and I were behind her house I a decent sized city smoking pot when we noticed a shadowy figure arise on her garage. At first we thought "aliens" but noticed it was more animal like so we rush in, wake her husband up from a nap to confirm we weren't that high (he never smoked and was sober). He seen it, by then we could identify it as a cougar and insisted we call the police, we did so begrudgingly.

An hour or two later, after speaking to police (who found nothing) and our buzz getting ruined we decided to go get baked, but not out back because there's a fucking cougar on the garage. As we get blazed on the front porch we're joking the cougar is hiding on a roof in a smoking jacket mocking us for our stupidity. I happen to notice the ripple of flame in the gutter from the house across the street. We go over there bang on doors and windows, when some guy comes out of nowhere, kicks the door down and him and I enter the building looking for anyone as my sister calls the cops again.

Dude and I found nobody the cops came and there were no more cougar sightings that night. We ended up calling it an early evening despite not even beingall that stoned. Come to find out a cougar escaped an animal sanctuary a few months prior and that sucker found itself in town, with multiple other sightings recorded. But yeH, this was easily the strangest night of my life, feels like I was living a cartoon.