“Later that morning I saw the same cat that almost made me cry from joy the previous time — only this time it was an even better sighting, and one I’ll never forget. Kgodisa’s cub, perched on a dead tree at Thlware viewpoint, right by the water’s edge. On the last day of the year. Life was pure bliss in that moment — brief, rare, and wildly inconvenient to explain to anyone who wasn’t there.”
“On the 22nd of December this year, that very morning, we found not Kgodisa… but Kgodisa’s cub, in a tree, right next to the road. The timing was suspiciously perfect, if you believe in sentimental fate. Which I don’t. But still. Christmas had again come early, it seems.”
“Later that morning I saw the same cat that almost made me cry from joy the previous time — only this time it was an even better sighting, and one I’ll never forget. Kgodisa’s cub, perched on a dead tree at Thlware viewpoint, right by the water’s edge. On the last day of the year. Life was pure bliss in that moment — brief, rare, and wildly inconvenient to explain to anyone who wasn’t there.”
“On the 22nd of December this year, that very morning, we found not Kgodisa… but Kgodisa’s cub, in a tree, right next to the road. The timing was suspiciously perfect, if you believe in sentimental fate. Which I don’t. But still. Christmas had again come early, it seems.”
Wildlife Beyond the Lens 