Wilderness

It could have been a cougar with wet paws, coming out of the swamp primeval, padding across the deserted highway looking for a plump piece of dessert to finish off a day spent frolicking in the mangroves.


There was decidedly a wildcat on the loose, which reminds me of the story about how you know there have been elephants in the fridge. "Footprints in the butter."


Spotted at last!


Is she dangerous? Only if you're food.

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