Alien Big Cat

The following is based on an account told to the Telegraph...

     March 23, 2016.
     The road along Croome Court was dark, yet elegantly kept.  Even at 1 am, the Ingrams could tell the grounds keepers of the National Trust estate were meticulous in their duties.  The branches of the bushes, their leaves growing at the start of spring, were trimmed, and the flowers bloomed with their many colors and shapes.  Even at night, the cool, spring air was quite enjoyable, and the scenery was a welcome change to the winter months.
     Robert Ingram drove the small car while Mick Jagger belted out 'Satisfaction' on the radio.  Nicola, his wife, sitting to his left in the passenger seat, let out a soft yawn.
     'Tired?' asked Robert.
     'A bit,' she said.
     'Yeah, me too.  We're almost home.'
     The bright lamps of the vehicle carved out a path along the dark road, foliage slipping by on either side created a forest-like tunnel until they emerged to a section of the road that wound through open fields.  The full moon lit the landscape in a beautifully dull gray-white scene you only see in the movies.
     Robert slowed the vehicle.
     'Why are you slowing down?'
     Robert pointed in front of them to a dark, large object in the road just out of the range of the headlamps as he slowed to a stop.  The thing was darker than its surroundings and appeared as a black mass in the road.
     'What is that?' asked Nicola.
     'I don't know.  Looks like a cat, doesn't it.'
     'It's too big to be a cat.'
     'You know,' said Robert, 'I've heard rumors of a black panther having escaped from the zoo.  Could this be it?'
     Nicola started to answer, but froze as the huge, dark object walked in their direction.  Its big muscles underneath black fur flexed with each step, its eyes glowed in the reflection of the headlights.  The thing was enormous, bigger than a fox or a dog, and could have easily been as tall as the car window.  Nicola deduced its weight at around 9 stone.
     As the creature crept closer, the Ingrams could see facial details:  protruding, pointed fangs, and frightening, sharp cheekbones unlike any cat they had ever seen.
     'Oh, my God,' whispered Robert.
     'Is that...' Nicola hesitated to say what was on both of their minds, 'a werewolf?'
     The creature stopped a few meters away from the car and crouched low to the road.
     Convinced the werewolf would pounce on their car, Robert threw it in reverse, stomped the gas peddle, and drove in reverse as far as he could drive.  He abruptly stopped and fumbled with his pocket.
     'What are you doing?' asked his distressed wife.  'Let's get out of here.'
     'I need to take a picture.  No one is going to believe this.'
     Robert hurriedly produced a cell phone from his pocket and accessed the camera feature.  He took a picture, but was too scared and too far from the creature to get a clear photograph.  Bringing up his cell phone again, he discovered the werewolf thing had disappeared.