It was a long, dull day of walking, and the afternoon's highlight was watching a bobcat cross the highway about 50 yards ahead of me. I wasn't sure if I should be worried about the animal or not. I'd read that bobcats rarely attack humans and usually only when they're rabid, which really isn't a comforting thought since, if I had my druthers, I'd rather be attacked by a nonrabid bobcat.
The Walk - Richard Paul Evans

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