Next the tiger enclosure, the big cats were sprawled lazily on the grass verge, in a somewhat half-hearted manner as he put on a fresh set of gloves and entered the enclosure. “Here, kitty, kitty,kitty...”
Moments later, he emerged with several tupperware full of viscous fluid.
“Isn’t it dangerous?” we asked.
Mr. Binatang was silent for a while.
“They know I’m not there as an enemy,” he finally said, a glazed, faraway look in his eyes.