I never thought a small piece of shade
could bring me so much happiness. That a pile of tools, a bucket, a knife, a
pencil, might become my greatest treasures. Or that knowing Richard Parker was
here might ever bring me peace. In times like these, I remember that he has as
little experience of the real world as I do. We were both raised in a zoo by
the same master. Now we’ve been orphaned, left to face our ultimate master
together. Without Richard Parker, I would have died by now. My fear of him
keeps me alert. Tending to his needs gives my
life purpose.
Tiger! Look at the beauty…and so my mind goes to Anita Blake, mistress of tigers…and then i feel a pang for Domino