the cougar is a magnificent cat. its stare, ensnaring, is the cure to all restlessness. it does not merely sprawl or crouch, it lounges, graceful as only cats can be, and it will fix you entirely with its gaze. it will not tire of holding your eye. you may think perhaps that you are waiting entirely in vain for the beast to move, to make a signal of acknowledgement, of disdain even. let me assure you, it will not have been in vain, this waiting. unbearable suspense, yes. but never any boredom from this waiting, this absolute stillness.
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