From the inside cover: "The canyons of Arizona are the setting for this sensitive, poetic story of one of our least known but most powerful and elusive American animals, the mountain lion. With extraordinary insight, Robert Murphy probes the inevitable dramatic conflicts and underlying contrasts when a wild creature tries to follow her natural instincts in a land gradually being changed by civilization. Seeta, a young lion, strangely restive because she is of mating age, leaves the safety of her cave high on a cliff overlooking a canyon. SHe finds the dangers of the wilderness becoming more and more predictable, but the complexities of civilized men are utterly confusing. Seeta is a being of strenth and beauty, playing her role as nature intended in a "lovely, vast, and undusturbed world that all too soon would diminish around her.""
Me for 90% of this book: I've only known Seeta for a day and a half, but if anything happens to her, I would kill everyone in this room and then myself 🥰🥰🥰 Me the final 10%: [distant gunshots, screaming, the sounds of utter despair]
Read this as part of this years book advent calendar (my wife and I take books we already own and wrap pages to be opened and read daily). I forgot how much I love mid 1900s writing styles. The setting was so well described that I often felt like I was physically there, and I loved the descriptions of Seeta just being a curious little house cat. But WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT ENDING? Robert Murphy if I ever see you irl it is ON SIGHT. Count your fucking days (EDIT: his days have been counted bc he's dead but if I ever get my hands on a ouija board I'm gonna give his ghost a piece of my mind!)