Big lions aren’t so innocent

If Jeff Sikich of the National Park Service was truly a biologist, he would refer to the offspring of these large, wild, human-killing mountain lion machines as “cubs” and not “kittens.”

By dishonestly calling them kittens he conjures images of fuzzy, playful little critters bouncing on a ball of yarn and innocently mewing and pawing at your fingertips while you rub their little bellies.

No, these are lion cubs, trained by their parents to hunt, kill and rip apart the living flesh of any breathing, warm-blooded animal, including humans, that they can quietly stalk, surprise and sink their teeth into.

And I, for one, do not want to spend another thin dime on this pipe dream—a three-year, traffic-killing construction project of a view-killing dirt bridge and a dank, graffiti-laden tunnel over Agoura Road that will draw more annoying horn-blowers going through it than vicious mountain lions going over it.

Paul Scrivano
Agoura Hills