I don’t have the desire to write on my blog today but rather paying homage to felines, those close by, like my darling Pudding and those far away. Like many others, albeit not everyone, I am repulsed by the story of the murder of Cecil, a stately lion and the fate of his 12 cubs. Now that I have a small child, I feel all of this more acutely. Will there be no lions or elephants for him to see and dream of? I would be hard pressed to read him all of the books we have on animals, thinking that each one may soon be only visible at the zoo.
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