My wife and I hung out with tigers in Chiang Mai. These are their stories.
This dude is three months old. Note his glassy eyes and giant paws. They work in tandem for a singular purpose: to murder you. Case in point...
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.
At three months old, their underpaws are already like leather. More pics after the jump!
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