{"id":3539,"date":"2015-02-12T07:08:07","date_gmt":"2015-02-12T14:08:07","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/writtenbymurphy.com\/wonderblog\/?p=3539"},"modified":"2015-02-12T07:08:07","modified_gmt":"2015-02-12T14:08:07","slug":"tiger","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/writtenbymurphy.com\/wonderblog\/2015\/02\/tiger\/","title":{"rendered":"Tiger"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>We finally got to the tiger trail at the wild animal safari park. We&#8217;ve been there so many times, and always the kid conks out before we get to the tigers.<\/p>\n<p>She&#8217;s getting older though. THis time, we went further than ever before. As we entered the tiger trail, there was a statue of a tiger, looking very ethnic from wherever it was from. The striped tiger face looked like a demon. Scary! But we had nothing to be afraid of. These tigers were safely in cages<\/p>\n<p>They are big kitties, right? Sleeping in the sun, flicking their tails. Oh look! That one is licking his paw. Let me see if I can get a photograph of his tongue.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Then he turned his face right towards me.<\/p>\n<p>I saw it. I saw the terrifying demon face of a tiger. I saw what that imitation of an imitation of tiger art was hinting at.<\/p>\n<p>a human being never wants to see a tiger face. That is the end of life and this striped demon tiger looking right at me through the glass was a brush with my abject powerlessness.<\/p>\n<p>Then he went back to licking his foot.<\/p>\n<p>I still remember. He&#8217;s not a kitty<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>We finally got to the tiger trail at the wild animal safari park. We&#8217;ve been there so many times, and always the kid conks out before we get to the tigers. She&#8217;s getting older though. THis time, we went further &hellip; <a href=\"http:\/\/writtenbymurphy.com\/wonderblog\/2015\/02\/tiger\/\">Continue reading <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[3],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-3539","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-random-thoughts"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/writtenbymurphy.com\/wonderblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3539","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/writtenbymurphy.com\/wonderblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/writtenbymurphy.com\/wonderblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/writtenbymurphy.com\/wonderblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/writtenbymurphy.com\/wonderblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3539"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/writtenbymurphy.com\/wonderblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3539\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3540,"href":"http:\/\/writtenbymurphy.com\/wonderblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3539\/revisions\/3540"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/writtenbymurphy.com\/wonderblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3539"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/writtenbymurphy.com\/wonderblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3539"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/writtenbymurphy.com\/wonderblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3539"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}