Glad you liked the stories! I think that's all the lion stories I have. I've got a cheetah one, but it's not as hair-raising. More like an anecdote than a story.
We knew this couple, George and Lory Frame, who took photos and wrote stories for magazines, and often featured in Highlights. (Mom and I entertained ourselves for years in dentist and doctor offices by looking trhough back issues of Highlights to see if the Frames had a story in there.) I don't know the exact circumstances - presumably I'll come across it in the letters somewhere - but they'd raised a cheetah cub and released her into the wild. While you don't want to make a wild animal like that a pet, she didn't have a fear of humans and they could approach her. And they often bought chickens and drove out into the bush to visit.
We went with them one day, and Dad has a great photo of Mom getting close to her to take a photo. I don't remember much more about it - presumably this will also be in the letters - but I do remember having to sit on top of their Land Rover with cages of squawking chickens because while they trusted her to be relatively friendly with adult humans who moved slowly and carefully, they thought that I was small enough and probably would move unpredictably enough that I might trigger her prey reflexes, and decided that discretion was the better part of valor.
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We knew this couple, George and Lory Frame, who took photos and wrote stories for magazines, and often featured in Highlights. (Mom and I entertained ourselves for years in dentist and doctor offices by looking trhough back issues of Highlights to see if the Frames had a story in there.) I don't know the exact circumstances - presumably I'll come across it in the letters somewhere - but they'd raised a cheetah cub and released her into the wild. While you don't want to make a wild animal like that a pet, she didn't have a fear of humans and they could approach her. And they often bought chickens and drove out into the bush to visit.
We went with them one day, and Dad has a great photo of Mom getting close to her to take a photo. I don't remember much more about it - presumably this will also be in the letters - but I do remember having to sit on top of their Land Rover with cages of squawking chickens because while they trusted her to be relatively friendly with adult humans who moved slowly and carefully, they thought that I was small enough and probably would move unpredictably enough that I might trigger her prey reflexes, and decided that discretion was the better part of valor.