3 Things to know about Smilodon

Whatever strange google search drove you here, (Or maybe you have strong opinions on the Late Pleistocene, how am I to know what goes on in that head?) I'm looking at some big cats. Because the internet needed more cats on it. Let me list the ways:

Purrrrrrfect. Flea-bitten. Smilodon.

1. It's been quiet the last 10k.
It has been 10,000 infamous, second-rate years since this big pussy cat walked among us. Which seems totally unfair. Those canines say, "I'm here to party!" Or "Stabby." Either way, how the world has managed to hold itself together without an amazing amount of saber-toothed cat hair is a matter of speculation. We assume the hairballs were terrifying.

Since nature has been getting away with stone-cold murder since life began*, I suppose no one will hold evolution accountable for yet another tragedy. 

2. Smilodon was freakin' cut! 
Smilodon knows what the ladies like, and the ladies like big, freaking stabby canines coming out of your face. About a head shorter than today's lion, but nearly twice as heavy. 

Helloooo laides!

3. Smilodon paws are wicked.
These meat-hooks could seriously lower the value of your leather furniture. As you can see in the cast below, smilodon had retractable claws. 

Retractable claws. Try to not get all judgy cheetahs.