I’ve already posted one picture of the tigers. They were just incredible. I don’t think I really took in the fact they are so big. I know in the wild we would have been dinner. I know that. But there is a part of my brain that can’t shift the image of the tigers keeper going to the window of the enclosure and one of them seeing him and then just rubbing against like a house cat does against your legs. There was real affection on display.
It was just so cute. And as long as he was there, so was the tiger. S/he followed him around. And even more entertaining was how s/he was also obsessed with the broom he swept the floor with. So big or small all cats hate brooms.