Your New Aesthetic

Mr.Tiger
Originally uploaded by link5001.

...so the snarling is actually affectionate?

Always on the lookout for a new adventure I decided to follow up on my roommate, Brett Roach's offer to visit/work at the big kitty place he volunteers at all the time. The name of the place is the Carnivore Preservation Trust and it's all the way up in Pittsborough. I forced myself out of bed this morning and crawled out the door to make the hour or so long drive out to Brett's house in Apex.
Once there Roach reunited me with the lovely rat, Snuffles, (she constantly sneezes) who I spent a month with back in September as a third roommate. She crawled under my arm and behind me, under the couch cushion...I guess that means she was happy to see me again too. My stay at the Roach abode was brief as it wasn't long before the call of the wild beckoned Brett to venture out and to the CPT.
Once there we pretty much sat around for a good while. Then, Roach, his brother Christian and I stuffed toilet paper rolls with raw deer meat and straw to make a delicious, yet annoying treat for the smaller cats. Then it was out to the pins to "shift" the cats. What is shifting you ask? I didn't know either until Roach showed me.
We piled into an old Nissan POS truck and Roach pretended to know how to drive a stick all the way down the hill to the tiger cages. We were greeted by the loudest scariest form of purring you can possibly imagine. At first one's instinct tells you to run into the truck and hide from the 500+ pound cat that's pacing around just five feet away, only separated from you by chain link fencing. Then you realize that the noises they're making are because they're happy to see you. Much like a house cat the big white tiger just flopped down on the ground and rubbed his head against the fence and made his strange big kitty snorting noises. Roach switched them around to different cages via a pulley hatch system and the "shifting" was done. Then it was just time to wait for dinner...and wait we did.
I couldn't help but notice as we traveled back up to the main complex, how all of these vicious killing predator's names were names like "Jellybean", "Hannah" and "Romeo." As if death at the paws of a big cat weren't bad enough it seems someone thought it would be best if you were killed by a cat with a cutesy poo name. Well, I guess that makes it better.
Imagine my joy when the white van pulled up with a trash can in the back labeled "USDA CONDEMNED." On went the blue gloves and we spent the rest of the trip hurling chicken carcasses over the unusually high fences. Most of the cats just waited for the sound of the chicken, (if you've never heard a wet chicken carcass hit the ground after being lobbed about one story in the air you're missing out) but some attempted to catch the tasty treats in midair.
Of course there was the after feeding clean up of that HORRIDLY disgusting trash can and the knife but l got to see a lot of cool cats before we left...like the 23 year old jaguar and some leopards and a WHOLE lot of smaller cats that I can't remember the names of. It's just a shame that Roach didn't bring some of his infinite peanuts to share with the kitties. I could swear I almost herd one of them purring, "Hey Roachy, let me hit up the peanus man!"

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