That’s sweet. My cats turn into Tasmanian Devils in the car, screaming non-stop and bouncing around like Mexican jumping beans in their carriers. And what a pretty kitty. And then there’s this story about a very big pretty kitty: Before P-22 died in December, I’ll admit I was only vaguely aware that there was a mountain lion living in Griffith Park. I had heard the name and was familiar with some of the many perils that pumas in the Los Angeles area were facing — shrinking territory and an attendant lack of genetic diversity, speeding freeway traffic and exposure to rat poison — but I didn’t know much about what made P-22 singular. Then, late last year, P-22, who had made an unlikely home in Los Angeles’s biggest municipal park for more than a decade, started behaving more aggressively. Wildlife officials took it as a sign that after a long, difficult life, his health had deteriorated and that he should be euthanized. After his death, he became inescapable. There was his feline face on a giant yellow mural at a fitness studio where I sometimes take classes. There was a memorial at the Greek Theater, attended by thousands of locals, including celebrities. The Los Angeles Public Library hosted a reading of “love letters” to honor him, and issued a limited edition library card. Representative Adam Schiff emailed constituents to say that he was hard at work pushing for a P-22 postage stamp. Last week, the Los Angeles City Council approved a motion…