Sturdy. Sleek suave.
Cutting through the air with a purr unlike most; dignified yet vicious. She’s an animal, all metal and upholstery, but that never seems to break through the polished veneer of sophistication that comes with her name.
She’s not just another copy of a long-line of assembly-line look-alikes.
They lent her the name Jaguar. It fits. It fits just fine. Not mountain lion, or cougar.