Pour one out for P-32, the late Los Angeles freeway lion. Pete was known best for his commute across interstates and pavement to scrounge a meal here and there. For a time, he successfully escaped the urban blight. Must’ve been nice, the crunch of dried brush finally audible beneath paw, the droning car noise far and away. I wouldn’t say Pete was fearless—any cat crossing a big road better have a damn fine sense of fear—but he was bold enough to leave. And then return, if only.