A 22-year-old experiential education facilitator by-way-of art school, employee of an Ivy, vegetarian, procrastinator, and rock-climbing wilderness first responder living in picturesque rural New Jersey. She's holding her breath as she tests her clumsy legs post-college.
My dad, the chief veterinarian of the city of Los Angeles, animal services. An off-duty police officer shot and killed this 78 lb. (empty-stomached, and thus probably hungry) female mountain lion who was tearing his dog limb-from-limb (never had a chance). Someone from the park service came to take samples for rodenticides and do a necropsy and this is my dad with the lioness. Apparently there are only 8 or 9 lionesses like her in the whole San Fernando-Conejo-Santa Monica Mountains area, and one male covers that entire same territory.
It was completely legal what the officer did, but still I find it sad, since if this man had kept an eye on his dog and not just put him out, the big cat could have snatched somebody's Kitty and made off with none the wiser and probably not getting shot for following her instincts.
It's pretty easy to forget when you're not out in the back-country that human beings (and our domestic pets) can still be prey for somebody. No matter how much of paradise we pave, we are still on their territory.