A couple of years ago, as part of a drive to prevent tiger-poaching, an exhibit of smuggled goods containing tiger parts seized by the UK Customs was put on in London. Among the tiger-bone wine and the fashion items was a collection of soft-toy tiger cubs, beautifully made out of real tiger-cub fur and unspeakably cute. I couldn’t then, and still can’t, fathom the mindset of someone who thinks tiger cubs are so adorable and pretty that they are prepared to have them killed to be made into toys.
Because they have the same mindset as hunters who can shoot and kill a tiger without a scintilla of compunction as they gleefully smile while sitting on top of their prey. I never understood the sport of hunting, which I abhor. To kill an animal, such as a tiger or a lion, from 50 yards away with a high-powered rifle is the true act of cowardliness and insensitivity.