My wife and I hung out with tigers in Chiang Mai. These are their stories.
Don't be distracted by the adorable white spots on the ears of this baby tiger. Check out the red spots on the forearm of the man in the blue shirt who, I assure you, looks like Norman Podhoretz but probably isn't. How'd he get those red spots? From the claws of a baby tiger, who ripped the shit out of not-Podhoretz's arm when the opportunity arose.
But, I mean, so cute.
Randomly, a place called Tiger Kingdom also hosted a solitary, regal lion. He ice-grilled the tigers from across the walkway. Also flashed looks of disappointment at the disinterested passersby, like, Really? I'm a fucking lion and you're more interested in these tigers?
But we were.
Finally, a public service announcement.
Still to come: elephants.