The first live ocelot I ever saw was in a cage outside a furniture store in Nuevo Laredo, Mexico in the ‘60s. It was the most beautiful cat I had ever seen.
Although my wildlife knowledge at the time was limited, I recognized it as an ocelot. I also suspected that possessing and offering it for sale was probably illegal in the U.S. and elsewhere, but I surely didn’t ask questions about it in Mexico. Most border towns back then were “Alice’s Restaurant-South”, if you remember that song.