Spots in DC

As I mentioned in my first blog, I want to work in conservation. I specifically want to focus my career in working with cheetahs, be it preservation, research, or public education. I'm kind of hoping that I can get come kind of Super Woman certification so I can do it all.

Last week, I was lucky enough to drive to Washington, DC for some amazing events concerning my favorite big cat. The Cheetah Conservation Fund is an international organization based in Namibia, Africa and focuses on saving the cheetah from extinction. Yep, the fastest land animal is running out of time: if nothing is done, the cheetah could be extinct in 2025. CCF is one of the key leaders in cheetah preservation and conservation, research, and protection of the coolest spotted animal ever. There are several CCF chapters in the US, and there is one in DC. The DC Cheetah Conservation Fund chapter hosted a benefit in downtown DC to raise funds and awareness on behalf of CCF. In addition to the silent auction, beautiful African performances and really good shrimp cocktail, the founder of CCF was present for the event. Dr. Laurie Marker single-handedly started CCF over twenty years ago and has devoted her entire life to saving the cheetah. She is internationally considered one of the most knowledgeable concerning this cat and really illustrates a true conservationist. Basically, this translates into her being my Super Woman. Meeting Dr. Marker was one of two highlights of the evening. I hope very much to work with her in Namibia within the next year or so.

The other highlight of the evening was meeting Roe. When I arrived at the event, I managed to stumble into the wrong room. However, it was the greatest mistake, as I walked right into the room where the Columbus zoo was holding two very special animals, one of which was an 11-month old cheetah named Roe:

Roe was in a conference room, and him and I had a moment when he wasn't purring and talking with his best friend Reese, an Anatolian Shepherd. The Columbus Zoo pairs their cheetah cubs with a dog at birth so they form a natural bond. Roe and Reese are best friends.... Roe depends entirely upon Reese to calm him down. If Reese is happy, Roe is like a house cat (well, as much as the fastest land animal can be), but if Reese is on guard then Roe becomes hard to manage. The keepers present at the event were kind enough to allow me to not only ask them hundreds of questions, but interact with my first cheetah. IT WAS SO AWESOME!!!! Cheetah fur is similar to tiger fur; very coarse and short. Roe allowed me to pet him because he was hand-raised, but obviously wild cheetahs could outrun me in the attempt to do that.

Cheetahs have been extinct from India for almost sixty years, and they are endangered in Africa. They are the smallest of the big cat and are less aggressive. They tend to get bullied out of meals in the wild by larger predators, and interactions with larger cats can be fatal. They purr, unlike any other big cat, and are the only cat to not practice infanticide (baby killing). They obviously run really fast (60 mph in two seconds from rest), and they have large nostrils to allow lots of oxygen into their system. They are the coolest cats ever and I decided on this trip to forgo my dream of becoming a veterinarian in lieu of pursuing a PhD and focusing only on cheetahs and big cats. Although I've always dreamt of being a veterinarian, I don't want to study any other species for four years when I can work only with cats and cheetahs.

This decision was made with heavy influence from the Smithsonian National Zoo, where I visited on my second day in DC. The above photo is of one of the cheetahs kept at the zoo. Having never been to our nation's zoo, I explored throughout the day the many different animals, but always came back to the cheetah station. I just can't get enough of them! After my tour, I made my way to the lecture theatre, where the zoo was hosting an educational lecture on cheetahs with a panel of cheetah experts. Among these experts included the head cheetah keeper at the zoo, one of the Smithsonian's veterinarians who focused on cheetah, a cheetah reproductive physiologist, and Dr. Marker. I skipped three days of class to go to these events, and this lecture was HEAVEN compared to any kind of chocolate or scholastic lecture I need to get my bachelors. The lecture was a sort of Q & A and I learned so much valuable information as well as meeting many people in the cheetah world. I have decided that I want to look into grad school in the DC area so I can be close to the Smithsonian Zoo, which is the hub of cheetah research and conservation. I'm interested in focusing on reproductive physiology and I will eventually end up in Namibia to learn of the conservation efforts to save this amazing species.

Volunteer Appreciation

CPT has an annual Volunteer Appreciation Day in which volunteers and staff gather to celebrate and recognize the hard work of those involved with CPT.  An informal event, awards and plaques were given out, among those the recognition of the volunteer with the most hours: the plaque had a watch on it with the words "Go Home." The Rookie of the Year went to the most involved new volunteer and the golden plaque had a baby bottle on it. The awards were funny, yet seriously reflect how important volunteers are to an organization like CPT. Volunteers really are the heart of any organization, and in the hearts of CPT volunteers and staff lies the insane desire to dress in sumo suits and fight. Yes, that is how we treat our volunteers, for whom we are so thankful. The above photo features an animal keeper and a volunteer preparing to engage in mortal combat. This was so much fun! I did not, however, take part in the wrestling, as I felt that doing so would be cruel... I was a sumo wrestler in my younger years and I didn't want to embarrass anyone. After a wonderful lunch and award ceremony, our group took turns climbing into these giant suits and duking it out. In addition, CPT's volunteers also put together a talent show and we watched baton twirling, listened to cat poetry, and heard one of our keepers play her accordion.

After the Volunteer Award luncheon, one of our volunteers brought out a giant flatscreen tv shipping box to use as enrichment for two of our tigers, Kaela and Rajah. The above photo shows these two investigating the box after we placed it into their enclosure. Of course, we shifted both cubs (as we call them, although these kids are over 300 lbs each. That's a big baby.) into another part of their enclosure so only the box, and not the human, would be annihilated. Not only did they have this fine box to play with, but it was completely drenched with clove oil. Now I don't know about you, but clove oil is the closest thing to heaven if you're a tiger (or if you like pumpkin pie, which I definitely do). I thought they were going to go insane!

These two sniffed and stepped around the box a few times before Rajah took one big paw to the box and flattened it on the ground. I thought they would be disappointed, being as they don't have thumbs and the basic understanding of dimensions, but not these two. Apparently Raj and Kaela have a mighty obsession with getting whatever toy or enrichment item they have in their enclosure into their pool. I'm not sure if they think they are raccoons and they must wash everything or if they are just crazy, but Raj chased Kaela off so he could undergo Operation Get Cardboard in Pool. Raj told that giant flat cardboard box who was boss as he danced around it and worked to lift it off the ground with his teeth. Dragging it towards the pool, Raj was unaware that Kaela was stalking him until she came flying out of nowhere and launched herself on him. It was that clove oil I tell you... does freaky things with their minds. Kaela ran off as Raj wigged out and chased her, but then Raj returned to his box. With a great applause from the humans, Rajah finally got his box onto the pool. However, the box fit over the pool like a lid rather than go into the pool:

So, Raj did what I would have done: jumped on top of the flattened box. Absolute success. The box was in the water, and the smell of clove oil filled the air. The above photo is of Raj dragging his box to the pool, though it's hard to tell I know. Once the box was in the pool, Operation Get Box Out of Pool began. Kaela was at this point tripping out on clove oil in another part of the enclosure, though she did come back and investigate during these events. Raj chased her off. Raj didn't factor into his master plan the decomposition of the cardboard in the water, and the box fell apart in his teeth each time he tried to retrieve it. It appeared that he did not like the taste. Frustrated, he jumped in and out of the pool multiple times, making a soggy cardboard soup seasoned with clove oil.

Once he gave up on the dead box, he tackled the leftovers that didn't make it into the pool, chewing and rubbing and moaning on his cardboard. The smell of clove oil was in the air as Kaela reappeared and the two dashed about in pursuit of absolutely nothing. The enrichment provided a good laugh to us all and obviously a much-needed high for the two tigers. Feeling playful, Rajah charged us mockingly as we were on our way out and seemed rather pleased with himself as I restarted my heart. I'd say it was a darn good day.

Experiments in Enrichment

Savage, the sweet caracal

Enrichment must be provided at least once a week to every animal at CPT. Enrichment simply means stimulating an animal's senses to diversify life in captivity. This can be through introducing new smells, new toys, different ways of presenting food, or mimicking life in the wild. Yesterday, I tested an idea to all the cats in my areas (I also have bunturongs, and have not yet done a project with them). We use a lot of paper mache at CPT: the flour/water combination makes a sticky paste we use to create hollow balls or structures that cats can tear apart for multiple reasons. I tried to recall my days as a fourth-grader when I was a master paper-mache sculptor, but I think I've moved on from that time in my life... ie I am really terrible with paper mache. My Great Idea was to take toilet paper rolls and manufacture the shape of a bird- complete with wings- and cover it in paper mache that I had added copious amounts of cinnamon to (the small cats enjoy cinnamon). When I was done, I had a nicely constructed paper roll bird thing that was covered in newspaper and caked in what appeared to be pancake batter.

We moved on to Idea Two.

Once I had distanced myself from the paper mache goop as far as possible, I cut toilet paper rolls in half and folded the bottoms to make a cup. I then took natural yarn- hemp I suppose- and tied long bits of it to a stick to make a sort of fishing pole. Then I went fishing. I took large chunks of raw chicken and put them in the paper cups I had made and dangled them into each small cat enclosure to gage a reaction. When cats would catch wind of the chicken, a variety of hilarious reactions ensued (Let me note that I wasn't teasing the cats- they got the chicken once they 'captured' it, but I did want to enjoy the process if they seemed interested):

Morgan the ocelot was very active in leaping up the fence and taking his chicken. I had little time to even move it around before he had taken the paper cup in his paws. His pen mate, Renee, has three legs from a snake bite infection resulting in amputation of the front right leg. She gets around great, however. I only moved the "bait" around a little bit so she could snap at it with her jaws before letting her catch and devour it. When it was Renee's turn, Morgan wailed and growled with impatience until I let him kill some more chicken.

Renee has three legs as the result of an infected snake bite, but she gets around great.

Savage the caracal had the second best reaction. This sweet girl came over and watched me struggle to get it on the roof of her enclosure (being short is a disadvantage in itself, but when you are guarding your legs from caracal claws, it gets a bit tricky). A true lady, Savage waited at my feet until she saw the little creature coming down from the roof of her enclosure. She jumped up to bat at the chicken-in-a-cup bait with her enormous paws (which is exactly how they kill birds in the wild). I raised the cup up like a pinata as she became obsessed with taking swings at it. I dropped it to the ground, swung it around, let her lick it, and frantically tried to save it from her, but she is one precise cat. Savage finally hooked it with a one-paw-sucker-punch and pinned it to the ground, and I couldn't lift it on the string using two hands... these cats are strong! Savage was very pleased with herself until she realized that the hemp string was hooked into her extended claw and she couldn't get it off. She ran about in circles, climbed a tree, and finally got it off. She immediately came back for more, however, so I didn't feel guilty.

Scylla

The Wobbly Sisters were surprisingly crafty. I was ready to go easy on them since they have horrible balance, but Nenya came onto her back legs and onto the fence for that chicken. Scylla was particularly keen on chewing the paper cups, which had some cinnamon on them from the pancake batter incident. I narrowly missed getting "tagged" by one of them- meaning a cat snaked her paw out at my hand for some chicken. Don't mess with those girls.

I will note that the entire time this was happening that Fenimore the tiger was in his enclosure next door stalking me from the grass.

PJ is another ocelot, and he was so lazy that he stretched himself out of his den box and leaned onto the fence to strike like a cobra for the chicken. He did not want to play games, but I made him stretch as much as possible for some more.

Julio (above) is a special ocelot. I think he must be a wise shaaman, as he always sits and looks off into the distance before looking you in the eye with a very keen and disinterested look. He is so cool, and I feel kind of uncool when he ignores me. However, he knew what my MO was as I walked towards him and he ran to greet me at the fence. It was a race to get the chicken cup into the fence and my hand away from it as Julio launched himself up six feet to snatch the chicken as well as the cup. No preparation, no build up, just up. These cats are amazing! Julio dropped to the ground and calmly waited for me to repeat the process, then again burst to life to seize the meat. I moved around his enclosure to change it up a little, but this cat is too smart and too quick for me to keep up with safely.

The Best Response, however, came from Petee, my crazy ocelot friend. Petee is quite the devilish little thing, with amazingly huge paws to scale and an attitude that just wreaks of wild. I've mentioned before that Petee can jump from the ground to a hanging upside down position to pull his food through the fence in no time whatsoever (all the cats can do this, but Petee acts on this more frequently). I have to admit that Petee may not have been too impressed with my carefully calculated fishpole idea, as it took him about two seconds to rip the idea to shreds. I didn't have a prayer, as I couldn't even lower the meat into the enclosure fast enough. However, Petee did seem very interested in the string after he was done stuffing his snout with chicken. Experimentally, I swung the string about my feet a little (and by 'about' I mean a good ten inches away from said feet so I wouldn't get up close and personal with those claws) and I thought Petee was going to go crazy. In typical house cat fashion, his only concern was capturing and killing The Mysterious String Thing that was now racing around his enclosure. After fifteen minutes of dashing, biting, jumping, slashing, lightening-fast death grabs, and a few close encounters with losing my fingers, both Petee and I were exhausted and out of breath. However, this cat is in far better shape than I, so I believe that I left a bit more tuckered out than he did. Who would have known that a killer ocelot wanted to chase a bit of string so much?

Petee

Tailessa's Time

Yesterday at CPT was another difficult day. Morning routines included preparing the binturong food and making the kinkajou food for later in the day.... lots of apples! Unfortunately the bints and kinks don't favor apples or citrus, and in the cold months that is the majority of what is available for them to have. CPT is lucky to receive so many fruit and meat donations.

Tailessa is one of the caracals in my assigned areas. Her enclosure partner is Kiowa, another female caracal. Caracals are another small African cat and originate in Sub-Saharan Africa. A bit larger than the servals, they resemble miniature mountain lions with a characteristic black tuft on both ears (see earlier posts for pictures). Tailessa has a blurry history prior to coming to CPT- her tail is missing, and we're not sure if it is natural or if something docked it. Tailessa was between 12-15 years old.

I went with one of the keepers yesterday to take Tailessa to the vet because she had been sick for the last three days. She wasn't eating, drinking, and yesterday they found her looking worse. When I saw her physical responses and physiological state, I had the distinct feeling that she was not long with us. Poor baby was very, very sick. Once we got her into the vet hospital, I helped the keeper anesthetize Tailessa. Upon her physical examination we discovered a very deep puncture wound in her back leg in addition to signs of respiratory infection and the worst dehydration I've ever seen. After giving her fluids, we then gave her a special bath to remove the unexpected lice larva on her fur (CPT has had a great record for fleas and lice: none). Blood tests came back and indicated that Tailessa was in kidney failure, and combined with the puncture wound and severe dehydration it was clear that humane euthanasia was the only option, as she wound not recover from the other problems with kidney failure. I am sad to have witnessed another graceful cat's life coming to an end. I really value the moment I have when I acknowledge the passing of a life. Watching a sentient creature becoming a body, a shell, is an experience that one can adjust to but should never become desensitized to. Tailessa had brown eyes. My grandmother has brown eyes. I see no difference in recognizing the beauty of life, whether on four legs or two. Tailessa should not have suffered through anything we could have mitigated. Not all injuries result in death, but in Tailessa's case, making the pain go away was the only option.

I will again make a short note of the educational component of this experience, but only that the veterinarian provided information about injections and chemicals. Side effects of kidney failure were noted, as well as a microscopic view of zoonotic lice larva. We were unsure of what caused the puncture wound, but the inability to recover from the infection combined with the kidney failure caused the breakdown of her small system.

The small cats are just as lovable, just as loved, as the big cats. Tailessa's enclosure partner, Kiowa, will eventually have a new enclosure partner. Damien is another caracal alone in a bigger pen and he too needs a partner. CPT allows mourning period for cats who lose a partner so they can adjust. It is startling to see the depression in some cats as they realize their friend is gone. Hopefully Damien and Kiowa will be a good match, and three animals will have been helped out of this situation.

Tailessa will be cremated as all other deceased animals are from CPT. We have a memorial garden in the compound and an annual CPT family event coming up in which we honor and remember those who have died. Tailessa will be among them.

Serval Support

As an intern at CPT we are required to do weekly papers on a topic of our choosing that relates to cats in some way. This week I have prepared a paper on the serval, a small African cat. Sorry... no pictures yet. There is a serval at CPT called Elvis that I plan on photographing tomorrow, so I promise to post them soon. Servals are super fly. They have big ears (like me) and long legs (unlike me) and can jump crazy lengths both vertically and horizontally. I can't wait to write more about the individual servals at CPT.
Servals may be related to the cheetah. They have a jumping technique to kill prey- they dive bomb from above to stun or kill their small prey (usually birds, rodents, lizards, etc). They are considered one of the most efficient hunters, as they have a fifty percent kill rate, which is much higher than the success of 1 in 20 hunts of other cats. They have been reported to run up to 50mph!

Apparently they are also kept as pets, and I would like to take a moment to tell you: this is stupid. Very stupid. Servals, just like all other exotic cats, are not domesticated. "Tameness" does not equal domestication and the natural wildness of an animal is a bad thing to have in a house with a forty-five pound cat with sharp claws and crazy reflexes. Their are many breeders throughout the United States alone that sell full serval kittens in addition to the hybrid breed "savanna." The savannas are a cross with a serval and a domestic cat and are considered "domesticated.' A lot of the servals at CPT are former housepets, but not one of these cats are truly friendly. They would bite the hands that feed them- I would know. The requirements of range and nutrition alone are not sustainable by humans when kept as pets, and the risk of injury by these cats will result in a euthanized or abandoned/injured animal. Elvis, one of the CPT servals, was dropped of at the CPT gate as a surrendered housepet (CPT is not a drop-off facility, but donors were able to provide enough for CPT to care for Elvis throughout the rest of his life). Owning exotic pets is not illegal in the state of North Carolina, but it should be and hopefully the bill will pass soon.

Todd is the coolest serval! He can catch any chunk of meat you toss at him.

In researching for my paper, I also discovered several figures pertaining to the disgusting human desire to wear animal pelts. Did you know it takes thirteen adult servals to make one fur coat? Or how about the tiger fur trade? According to Wikipedia, the tiger was voted the World's Favorite Animal in a poll by Animal Planet. All the cats: tigers; servals; jaguars; leopards; ocelots; cheetahs; and countless others are killed every day so people can wear their fur. And these are just the feline species
One question: What is up with that?
I absolutely love fashion... you should see my closet. I have a bit of a problem. But, I have a bigger problem with those that take, or support the taking of a life for fashion. I might take yours if you wrecked my closet, but then you'd be asking for it.

I suppose the moral of the paper is: Servals rock. The exotic pet trade and fur trade- not.

Connor and The Circle of Life

Thursday was a hard day at CPT. I arrived early (for once) raring to go and excited for the long day ahead, as I'd planned to put some swimming pools into some of the small cat enclosures for enrichment. Once I got to the compound, I started preparing the binturong food: dog food/banana "mush," a bowl of fruit, bananas with fish oil pills and additional medications for those who needed them.


Connor (pictured above) is one of the tigers that has been at CPT his whole life and is one of the tigers hand-raised by some very caring individuals. A few weeks ago, Connor was put under anaesthesia because he was not feeling well. Unfortunately, the fourteen year old tiger was diagnosed with lymphoma, a type of cancer that originates in the lymphocytes and thus spreads throughout the entire body. Connor also had a mass in his abdomen. If you recall from my first blog, Connor is the first tiger who ever roared at me, and yes it is scary as hell. This old boy is known for charging anyone silly enough to try and change his water bowl and will go down in history for waking up in a van after having some root canals. I wasn't at CPT when this happened, but apparently Connor likes the dentist less than I do. Tigers react strangely to anaesthesia, going out and waking up very quickly (they can also go into cardiac arrest very easily due to potassium crashes while under the effect of drugs). The legend of Connor goes that when he woke up, everyone jumped out of the van as he began literally tearing the van apart (remember, wild and crazy tiger), but everyone quickly got back into said van when he shattered the front windshield on his way out. I don't think that, as a dentist, I'd ever mess with Connor, but after changing his water bowls I can assure you that his teeth are quite tiger-like, even if they are worn with age.


Knowing these things made it really hard Thursday morning when the decision was made to let Connor go. He has been so sick of late that he has not once charged anyone, and this old boy hasn't had the heart to move around or eat much. It is with a heavy heart that I type that Connor was humanely euthanized on Thursday morning. I am so amazed at the love and devotion to not only a species, but one animal as staff gathered around Connor to say their goodbyes. Two of his "adoptive parents" came, and while it was hard to witness their grief and tears, I was uplifted at the compassion of humans. As I was standing at the fence, the wind blew yellow and gold leaves to the ground like a dance, almost as if in recognition of the great cat's final breath. I truly know that this is what I want to do for the rest of my life. While it hurt my soul to see such a magnificent animal take his last breath, it wasn't entirely a sad day. The beautiful thing about being a veterinarian or having compassion for animals lies in being able to make the pain go away. Some reading this may be insulted or upset by these statements, but nature is so cruel and we have the opportunity to be so kind. The cancer was killing Connor, and we were able to cease his suffering. Connor would not have lived to fourteen in the wild, nor would any of the animals at CPT. They lead the most natural and healthy lives possible at CPT, and I am proud to be involved with such a compassionate group of individuals. Connor will be missed at CPT and I will always remember the first tiger that scared the living daylights out of me.
Since this is an educational internship, I will make a short note here of what I learned through the passing of such an amazing animal. The necropsy proved very educational in learning big cat anatomy and what advanced lymphoma of the spleen looks like. Perhaps in a later posting I will explain in more detail what happened. For those faint of heart, please disregard.

My favorite movie in the whole world is Disney's "The Lion King." It combines my favorite things: cats, wildlife, beautiful music, and the lesson of the circle of life. CPT is much like this, for as Connor's long life came to an end Thursday, the interesting lives of other cats at CPT continued. Getting to know these cats has been the best therapy:

Isabella just has the greatest personality. She reminds me of my housecat Kira because she is always ready for a visit and she always looks at you with the kindest eyes. I am tempted to say that she would not eat me. Perhaps it is because she is epileptic, perhaps she just has a big heart. If you think animals don't have emotions, just look at that face.








Fenimore (pictured below in a tub) is totally one of my favorite boys. He has a goofy face and he is always "stalking" us. Fenimore loves to run along the fence chasing people and he enjoys slinking through the grass with nothing but ears and a tongue showing (that kinda sounds like a personal ad, doesn't it? I like long walks on the beach and viciously killing any buzzard stupid enough to come into my enclosure). Fenimore is a chuffler and a charmer for sure.


His enclosure partner, Emerson, has warmed up to me since his initial charge from Day 1. He has a snaggle tooth and really seems to like me (he doesn't like me because he has a snaggle tooth, but I like his snaggle tooth so it works out great). Fenimore is in love with another intern, but Emerson really enjoyed sitting with me on Thursday and having a chat about the state of things. I tried to introduce him to my kind of music, but he didn't seem to pick up on it and instead just sat there and watched me while we sat on opposite sides of the fence. I don't think he was thinking about how I tasted, but if he was then he sweet-talked me into believing otherwise. I had quiet time with a 600 lb tiger and it was really awesome given the morning's events.







I have a ton more pictures from Thursday that I will share in my next post. The caracals and ocelots are really showing some personality and I'm enjoying getting to know their habits and learning about their species history. In addition, the binturongs are getting more vocal; I've been yelled at twice by the little creatures. Shroom is probably my new buddy- more on him later. I'm also hoping to get some pictures of the nocturnal kinkajous soon. Also, I've been eaten alive by some kind of bug I suspect resides at CPT. I have no idea what this devil creature is but once I find out I am going to do some serious bug eradication research, as bug spray is not a deterrent. I look like I have chicken pox and I would love to feed the entire mystery species to the cats. Right now I have to go study for two tests that are next week. I assure you that my adventures at CPT are far cooler than any I will experience in organic chemistry or physics.... Oh well. Such is the circle of life.

Ring Around the Cat

Day three at CPT was awesome! I'm working on getting to know the layout of the compound (55 acres) and the animals within each area. As interns, we are assigned areas we are especially responsible for. Before I leave work, I have to complete my animal rounds; this involves walking through each area and visiting with the animal. Getting to know each carnivore enables us to more quickly identify anything out of the ordinary and to create the best life possible for each individual. In addition, I've got to provide enrichment once a week to my areas. This could be providing a new toy, moving around the structures in enclosures, or introducing aromatic or sound stimuli. My areas on the compound are: Swamp, Blossom, and Kinkajou Row (I'm not sure how the names came about, as ocelots don't really live in swamps and there are no kinkajous in Kink Row). I've got ocelots, caracals, and binturongs:





Ralph (above) is a senior citizen bint. Binturongs (Arctictis binturong) are related to the mongoose as well as skunks and weasels. They are arboreal, meaning they live mostly in trees (except for Ralph and another bint called Shroom- they like to be on the ground. They're weird). They are one of two mammals with prehensile tails and they originate from Southeast Asia. Now, this is not a joke, but their natural scent is very much like corn chips. Come out for a tour and you will believe me! We feed them tons of fruit, a dog food/banana "mush," and sometimes meat as treats. Ralph is pretty lethargic, but these kids can move in a tree!



The Caracal (Caracal caracal) is the largest of the small African cats (35-40lbs) and are quite the jumpers. The above photo, while not a great shot, is of Nenya, one of the Wobbly Sisters. If you look at her left ear you can see the characteristic black tuft they are known for. I have a few of these guys in my areas.




Renee and Morgan are two of the ocelots on my rounds. Renee is missing her front right leg, though you can't see it in the picture. Ocelots (Leopardus pardalis) are small cats with natural habitat ranging in Central and South America. These little sweeties used to range through the Southwestern US, but extensive poaching has almost eliminated them in this country. In the early 1900's, ocelot coats were very popular and it took almost 40 pelts to make one coat. Over 200,000 were sold on a popular year. I hope that makes you angry. They can only make two vocalizations: a hiss and a growl. So, whether they want to get in your lap or rip your face off, they sound the same. They make terrible pets as a result.
So back to day 3. Since I've mastered the fine art of chicken throwing, today I got to water the entire compound. Each enclosure has one or two containers for water, and the containers are scrubbed or bleached a few days a week. Today we scrubbed. In case you forgot, there are 55 acres at CPT. That is a lot of watering! I really enjoyed learning names and visiting with the cats. Some were friendly, others unresponsive, and of course one must always watch out for an attack cat. Vincent, one of our tigers who is not on tour, is probably the biggest and meanest at CPT. I'm guessing he weighs over 800 lbs. His previous life before CPT has made him very distrustful of humans, so we leave him alone as much as possible. This morning I was able to clean one water container because he was shifted into another part of his enclosure and could not reach me. Jessica, the keeper I was helping, went to empty the water bin on the side where Vincent was. At first he was fine, chuffling and rubbing the fence at us, but all of a sudden he launched himself eight feet into the air and threw his body into the fence with a rather impressive, rip-your-face-off roar. Needless to say we decided to come back later when Vincent would allow us. I was actually intimidated by this guy. Although he was happy to see me moments before this happened, I actually did not want to look this guy in the eye. And who can blame me.... his feet are as big as a dinner plate! He is a pretty boy, however. Once I get a pic of him I'll post it. Oh, and while I'm on the subject: I'm only able to use these photos because I have signed a waiver with CPT. They cannot be sold, recreated, or credited as my own. I take the pictures, but with permission. They are not art.



Ok. Well, watering was pretty uneventful, save for Fenimore Tiger performing his usual hiding in the grass to wait for us to visit. Fenimore isn't truly stalking us, but he seems to think that if he hides his face behind the six inches of grass at the fence that we cannot see him. So, we pretend that we can't find him and jump in surprise when we "discover" him, even though there are about 600 lbs of stripes sticking out for all to see. He actually seems to be delighted in this game, and once he is found he lifts his head and offers a chuffle. I'm almost convinced he wouldn't eat me... almost.
 
I'm planning to bring some fish out to CPT this week and put together some small swimming pools for the small cats. I'm also hoping that I'll get permission to create a new enclosure for the Wobbly Sisters, as the girls could use a new place that has more grass growth. I'm going to try to make it wobble-friendly. The keepers are being really supportive of all my ideas and I can't wait to execute some stuff. More to come on my projects!

I haven't worked much with the servals, but there is one in particular I'm expecting to grow fond of. Elvis was dropped off at the gates of CPT with a note and was luckily able to stay with us. He is going on the tour route soon and once I get some photogs of him I will tell you more about him.


I am so tired from carting five-gallon buckets of water around! It has been a loooong time since I've had to do that. I also smelled like wild cat when I got home... and what a wild smell it is. It's not a bad smell like a male goat or a skunk by any means, but my cats were quite interested in me when I got home. I wonder if I smell like danger?!