WhiteTiger
January, 30th, 2004, 12:44 PM
For those that don't know me.
My parents and I save wild Big Cats in Russia. Right now we have two Siberian Tigers, two Snow Leopards, and three Snow Leopard kittens.
I will tell you a quick story about another Snow leopard that my father used to have, called Alfo.
This would be sadest memory about a Snow Leopard my father had saved when I had been only a little kid.
This Snow Leopard was called Alfo. She passed away sadly last year.
She was the most beautiful, smartest, gentlest animal I have known.
She was only 2 feet long, kind of big from the typical standards of a cat, but kind of small to the standards of the Snow Leopard.
Whenever I was reading some books for school, when I used to go to school, she would bounce onto my back, curl up so that her tail was over my right shoulder.
She would usually flick her tail from side to side, brushing the pages back and forth as I tried to read. She was annoying when she did that, but I loved her all the same.
Sometimes she'd lick my ear and purr, or just go to sleep. Once when she got freaked out she dug her claws into my back and did some damage, but it wasn't her fault.
A wailing baby is enough to make anyone freak out. [my younger Segri had been born as this point].
Sadly, she was run over in the summer of last year. She was old, she could barely walk [usually either myself or my father carried her about], she was deaf, and almost blind.
Though she was old, she lasted two days before she finally passed away.
We buried her in the backyard. Lately a small tree has started to push its way through the ground.
In that sense, it is kind of ironic because my American grandparents [my mother is American] used to call Alfo, "Early Blossom."
My parents and I save wild Big Cats in Russia. Right now we have two Siberian Tigers, two Snow Leopards, and three Snow Leopard kittens.
I will tell you a quick story about another Snow leopard that my father used to have, called Alfo.
This would be sadest memory about a Snow Leopard my father had saved when I had been only a little kid.
This Snow Leopard was called Alfo. She passed away sadly last year.
She was the most beautiful, smartest, gentlest animal I have known.
She was only 2 feet long, kind of big from the typical standards of a cat, but kind of small to the standards of the Snow Leopard.
Whenever I was reading some books for school, when I used to go to school, she would bounce onto my back, curl up so that her tail was over my right shoulder.
She would usually flick her tail from side to side, brushing the pages back and forth as I tried to read. She was annoying when she did that, but I loved her all the same.
Sometimes she'd lick my ear and purr, or just go to sleep. Once when she got freaked out she dug her claws into my back and did some damage, but it wasn't her fault.
A wailing baby is enough to make anyone freak out. [my younger Segri had been born as this point].
Sadly, she was run over in the summer of last year. She was old, she could barely walk [usually either myself or my father carried her about], she was deaf, and almost blind.
Though she was old, she lasted two days before she finally passed away.
We buried her in the backyard. Lately a small tree has started to push its way through the ground.
In that sense, it is kind of ironic because my American grandparents [my mother is American] used to call Alfo, "Early Blossom."