Zuri, what the fuck? “Pardon?” You killed Nyack. “What’s a Nyack?” Your husband. The father of your cubs. The male lion you recently murdered. “Ohhh. Yeah, I killed him.” Why? “Couldn’t take it any more. He was a nightmare. Gambled.” He didn’t gamble. “He was a degenerate and a lowlife. He would bet on horse … Continue reading Murderous Cats Under The (Indianapolis) Stars