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Last updated at 23:24 04 May 2007 $XH^~i;
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He travelled by Bentley, ate in fine London restaurants and spent his days lounging in a furniture shop. The story of Christian the pet lion - and his eventual release into the wild - is as moving as it is incredible. h<QY5=SF
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The furniture shop was on the King's Road in London. It sold tables, wardrobes, chairs and desks - but anybody peering through its plate-glass window on a Sunday might have noticed something rather more unusual. ~k5W@`"W
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Amid all the pine and oak, stretched out languidly on a bench, there was a lion. And it wasn't stuffed. C3g_!dUs
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"Christian used to lie beside me while I did the accounts at weekends," remembers Jennifer Mary Taylor, who worked there. Nh+ H 9
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"And every so often, if I'd ignored him for too long, he'd sock me across the head with one of his great big paws. t]G:L}AOl
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"He was very loving and affectionate - he liked to stand and put his paws on your shoulders. But he was...", she pauses. "I mean, he was a lion. Does that sound silly?" 4*;MJ[|
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Chelsea at a time when the King's Road - home to Mick Jagger - was the very heart of the Swinging Sixties. {'H(g[k
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For a year, the Big Cat was part of it all, cruising the streets in the back of a Bentley, popping in for lunch at Casserole, a local restaurant, even posing for a Biba fashion advert. {)<v&'*c~
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He eventually grew too big to be kept as a pet and was taken to Kenya, where he was rehabilitated into the wild by the 'Lion Man', George Adamson. OY({.uV dX
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Now, his story is to be told in a new book, written by the Australian John Rendall who, along with his friend Ace Berg, bought Christian from Harrods in 1969. HGg@ _9tW
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So what possessed them to buy a lion cub in the first place? J'r^/
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"A friend had been to the 'exotic animals' department at Harrods and announced, rather grandly, that she wanted a camel," says Rendall. r3?o9D>
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"Ace and I thought this was the most sophisticated repartee we'd ever heard, so we went along to check it out - and there, in a small cage, was a gorgeous little lion cub. We were shocked. We looked at each other and said something's got to be done about that." "m>81-0
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Harrods, it turned out, was also quite keen to be rid of Christian, who had escaped one night, sneaked into the neighbouring carpet department - then in the throes of a sale of goatskin rugs - and wreaked havoc. *LY8D<:zs
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The store, which had acquired the cub from Ilfracombe zoo, happily agreed to part with him for 250 guineas. So began Christian's year as an urban lion. uB?ZcF}Tk
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Today, it would be unthinkable for a shop to take such a cavalier attitude towards selling exotic animals (though Harrods did, at least, provide Ace and Rendall with diet sheets). veECfR;
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And it is hard to imagine either the animal rights lobby or any local council condoning a shop as a suitable habitat for a lion. But, back then, no one minded at all. x,'!gT:j
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Christian was given his own living quarters (and a very large kitty-litter tray, which he used unfailingly) in the basement of the appropriately named Sophistocat furniture shop. dj%!I:Q>u
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"He had a beautiful musky smell that was very distinct," says Rendall. "But he was clean." zm;C\s rF
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The vicar of the Moravian Chapel nearby was approached to allow Christian the run of the graveyard, and every day he was taken there to roar around and play football. >yDZw!C
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Once, when he was brought along to a seaside picnic, he dipped his toes reluctantly in the water and intimated with a shudder that it was disagreeably cold. But he was eventually persuaded to swim in the English Channel.
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"He was a lot of work," says Rendall. "It took all four of us - me, my then girlfriend Jennifer Mary, Ace Berg and an actress called Unity Jones - to look after him. _@/8gPT*i
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"He also ate a lot, four meals (two liquid, two solid) plus supplements every day, which cost about £30 a week - a lot of money back then." q5S9C%b
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He pauses, then adds, "And he had a very good sense of humour." ],].zlN
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"Oh yes. Sometimes, he'd see people staring at him through the back window of the car, keep very still on purpose - and then, just when they were convinced he was a stuffed toy, he would very slowly turn his head and freak them out." Dvln/SBk
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Everyone loved Christian and he became a popular local figure. In 1970, when Chelsea beat Leeds in the FA Cup Final, Sophistocat received a call from a policeman, 'The football fans are going to be boisterous, so you'd better get your bloody lion out of the window or they'll smash it in,' he warned. *X}`PF
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Christian himself was beautifully behaved, and though he never hurt anyone, you underestimated his strength at your peril. ?Mfw]z"\C)
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Jennifer Mary remembers taking a friend to see him, "after I'd had one or two glasses of wine -and when he put his paws on my shoulders, one of them slipped, his claw caught my dress and he pulled the whole front of it off." ySI!d|_
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He grew and grew - from 35lb when he first arrived to a rather more serious and imposing 185lb a year later - and he was beginning to acquire a mane that made him look more fearsome. w4Z'K&