For the Birds
I am so
not a cat person.
Okay, that’s not fair. Some cats I like. The cute, cuddly ones.
The huge, snarling, striped ones? Not so much. I was starkly reminded of that fact as I faced down three enormous, snarling tigers.
That’s right, tigers. As in, six-hundred-pound killing machines.
I shot a look over my shoulder. The iron-barred door leading out of the tigers’ enclosure was slightly ajar. That was my escape route. I just hoped the tigers didn’t notice it. The last thing my brother Frank and I needed was to be responsible for three loose tigers...