Irretractable claws. Strong lungs. Rough playing. Soft fur. Cheetah.
There are five of them. Five troublemaking little monsters. They jump you from behind, give you an unexpected haircut and make you smile as if it was christmas. They are the Baby Cheetahs. Only a few months old.
I don’t know how many of them there are.
24 in one enclosure outside of the Farm – wild and dangerous.
Max in the Lifeline – independent, but cuddly.
Max loves to be pet and drink from your hand. He hears you calling him from kilometers away and will find you even if you drive away…
And on the Farm we have several in different enclosures.
Pride and her three week-old cubs – powerful and smart.
I first thought she had killed a mongouse, but it turned out to be one of her cubs. She is the smartest cheetah I’ve met. When she had her cubs she fooled everyone to think she had lost them – running off and giving birth in secret; returning as if nothing had happend. Thank god they are alive ❤
The trio – old and lazy.
Raw meat. Yummy.
The first time I met these guys, my pulse was faster than when running. We handfeed them. Crazy. Amazing.
Mauritz – the survivor of a leopard attack.
This guy goes from kind to grumpy in seconds. Who can blame him though? All the flies around that wound cannot be comfortable.
And Athino – the “yes, I’m a Greek God”.
Look at me. And from this angle. Ey, you still looking?
Cheetahs are dog-like cats. You can train them. When we feed the 24 and the trio we call them “Come, Cheetah, come!” and they come. Most of the time. The lazy ones sometimes can’t be bothered.
They will be loyal to you until the end if you treat them right. They would love to play with you, not realizing that that would kill you.
When cheetahs hunt they go for the easy prey. The small prey. The prey with its back turned. This minimizes the chance that they will be hurt and ensures that they can hunt again later.
That is why Mauritz earlier this week chose to make a great escape from his enclosure to eat the baby lamb all of us volunteers are so fond of. Poor Macchiatto (lamb) got quite a scare…
I’ll keep you safe.
P.S. Purrrrr… Purrrrr….P.P.S. I think hearing cheetahs purr must be one of my favorite experiences here. I’ll have to record them before I leave.