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Last updated at 23:24 04 May 2007 (%\N-[yZ
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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. t[7YMk
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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. Gv3a<Knn4
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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. oE)tK1>;H
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"Christian used to lie beside me while I did the accounts at weekends," remembers Jennifer Mary Taylor, who worked there. +d]}
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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. YP+0uZ[g
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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?" /1t(e.
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Christian the lion (named by someone with a Biblical sense of humour) arrived in |fq1Mn8
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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. #;>J<>
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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. mJ[LmQ<:
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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. <#LHL
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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. zN*/G6>A
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So what possessed them to buy a lion cub in the first place? ,.G6c=pZ
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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. 5fM/y3QPsZ
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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." -7hU1j~I
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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. }yC ve
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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.
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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). %TvunV7NQS
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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. E.
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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. 5fSDdaO
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"He had a beautiful musky smell that was very distinct," says Rendall. "But he was clean." )%f]`<