Sure, you're tough, but could you grow in a place like this? What else can Pussypaws handle that we can't? Are they patiently waiting for humanity to atom-bomb itself out of existence so they can rise up and rule the world, reshaping it into a kinder, gentler, and pinker place? And should we take the necessary steps to prevent this nightmare scenario, such as wiping out every last Pussypaws while we're still around to do it?
This Photo: Along the Artist Point trail, late June