In 2001, my daughter and I were driving home through our neighbourhood when we spotted this orange, white and black ball of fluff on the sidewalk. I couldn't believe our luck -- a Siberian tiger cub, and we weren't even at the zoo! Most importantly, we got to pet him (and you can tell by my smile that I'm absolutely thrilled):
The man walking the cub told us he'd brought it home from the wildlife sanctuary where he volunteered because there was no one there to care for it that weekend. The tiger will have grown up by now, and I don't imagine he'd let me rub his stomach. Shame.
10 comments:
thats awesome! wish there were tiger cups wandering through my neighborhood
lovely blog, btw
Thanks, K9. There's just something exciting and heartening about being so close to wildlife.
Wow, how lucky are you! I've always said Siberian tigers are the most beautiful animals on the planet. And I'm not even a cat person!
If I run into a wolf cub, NT, you'll be the first to know! I did see a fox up close once, but I guess that doesn't count.
Now there's something you don't see every day... no matter where you live!
And it was just around the corner from you, Heidi!
Yes, I'm sure that little one is well past puberty by now. But what a keepsake that photo is, Lynn.
What a little beauty! (You too, of course : ))
Thanks, Georgie!
He might let you rub his tummy . . . from the inside!
What a beauty. Lucky you!
Lol, Raggs. Yeah, I'm not sure I'd be too keen on getting close to him now.
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