After seeing a friend’s photo with caracal kittens (named “Lilo” and “Stitch”) at the Rhino and Lion Reserve, I knew we needed to return to that park.
In one of her lovely photos, she’s holding a sweet-looking caracal kitten, sitting pleasantly in her arms.
Visiting just a few weeks later, we apparently arrived during “Stitch”‘s rebellious teenage years.
It started with a full attack on my hair.
Then, “Stitch” proceeded to go after “Flat Brandon,” a handmade gift from my nephew that we have taken photos of on a few of our adventures.
He then proceeded to obsess over my crotch. I suppose I can take that as some kind of affirmation that I’m still, uh, alluring? (C’mon, let’s say it all together: Ewwwwwwwww!) Thankfully, spaz-cat had a rather docile brother, “Lilo” (I know, Lilo’s a female name. But I didn’t name them!) who was content to let me hold and pet him.
Meanwhile, crazy-head “Stitch” took a break from shredding Kurt’s fingers trying to reach Flat Brandon (which Kurt had saved from a near decapitation) before getting distracted and attacking my shoe laces.
Kurt then took a turn with “Lilo” since his poor mangled hands needed proof that not all caracal kittens are evil.
I’m not sure he was entirely convinced. Kurt has decided that the words “cuddly” and “cute” do not pertain to anything wild so far in South Africa. “Except you, honey” he says, so how can I complain?
Okay, hopefully that was enough gorging on cuteness (for at least a day or two).
Love, Marla
For other photos of the cubs, lions, and rhinos at the Lion and Rhino Reserve, please see my earlier posts: (Helping Rhinos and Cuddling Lion Cubs, Peeing on Stuff and Other Lion Habits, Eddie the Cheetah, Marla the Giraffe…, and even a Caption This Photo and Win a Bracelet Contest)
