Today
was a most fun day. My friend the Divine
Miss M informed me she would pick me up and we’d go see Cats. I love that musical and couldn’t wait. She told me to bring my camera which
surprised me because you can never shoot during plays. But I figured we must be stopping somewhere
en route to the performance.
So
I fixed my hair, packed my stuff and headed down to the office area to await
her arrival. Soon we were off and
running with her GPS, Miss Garmin, as our scout.
We
stopped at a huge casino and I figured this must be where the play was to be,
but nope. This was a lunch stop and we
chowed down on some lovely etouffee.
Then we jumped back into the car and headed further south.
Oh. My misunderstanding. We were going to see cats all right! Real
ones. Big ones. We were at The Lion Habitat Ranch.
Our
tour of the facility started with watching the seven lion cubs romping about
and playing. The two caretakers worked
with them constantly, tossing balls and interacting with them.
they loved being in this half ball even though it was originally meant as a "time out" for bad behaviour |
sometimes they had their brother join them to play |
If they exhibited signs of aggression( the cubs that is) they
were taken by the scruff and held down with a stern “no”, in simulation of the
way the mother lion would act…except for the verbal “no”, of course.
I
asked if they had any children and they responded no. I explained my asking by telling them that in
my opinion they would both make wonderful parents since wild animal training
and childcare are quite closely related.
The
young ones are in the process of being weaned from the bottle and today’s soup
du jour was milk with horsemeat.
I asked
if they had the same source of horsemeat as Ikea. Hey…my thought has always been that those
meatballs showed horsemeat as the ingredients but with all the signs in Swedish
who knew?
The
runt of the litter and the female also got to have the bottle at the end of the
feeding as they need a bit more to catch up with the others.
All
of a sudden there was a deafening roaring sound that physically vibrated
through us. It’s hard to describe the
volume and timbre of the sound and the awe it inspired.
It
was explained that this was how they communicated with each other. In no time the entire compound of forty large
cats were vocalizing their input. Think
of it as tweeting but with a ferocious sounding roar.
I
failed to get any good roaring photos, but as you can see here, a yawn looks
very similar. My other regret was not
being able to get close enough to the chain link fence to shoot through
it. At times I could get most of the
fence to blur out and then fix it a tad more in Photoshop. But other shots it just wasn’t working.
I added a filter to this one, not sure why. You might say it just screamed for it? |
The
Lion Habitat was designed and constructed by Keith Evans, an exotic animal
trainer with more than 39 years of flight.
He had been associated with the MGM Grand since the 1980’s, arranging
the live displays and photos of the lions.
He
has used his trained animals on television shows such as Fantasy Island,
national television ads for Uniroyal, the Tonight Show, as well as in print
including the cover of Las Vegas Magazine, the National Enquirer and Tennis
Magazine.
The
Divine Miss M and I had a fun day renewing our bond since our separation. It’s always good to see old friends again and
catch up. And if there’s big cats
involved…perfect. She sure knows how to
deliver a rip roaring good time.
Long Live the Queen of the Big Cats
Amazing! Domestic cat behaviour is mostly like lions, of all felines. I have bottle fed and raised numerous kittens, though no lions (just some who thought they were).Thank you for sharing. I loved this!
ReplyDeleteGreat photos of the "cats". This must have been such a fun day! I love the cubs the best.
ReplyDeleteSomewhere in my music collection, I have just about all of Ray Steven's music. He was awesome! As for your stool, I had a good giggle over that. It's the sort of thing that I might do. lol. You have a great night, hugs, Edna B.