The Two Strangers
I do not own the San Diego Wild Animal Park. It's still PG, but as soon as the next chapter is up, this story will be rated PG-13. You have been warned.
CHAPTER NINE: Wild Cat Stronghold
Amber opened the door to reveal what looked like a kennel. The overall sight and smell was exactly the same, except that the oversized cages contained, not dogs, but.
Cats?
Yes, big wild cats. There were two to each pen- apparently one male and one female of the species per cage. They stood out very well considering their surroundings. It was very hard to miss the roar-like yawn of the leopard or the jaguar playfully rubbing itself next to one of the walls of its cage. The cheetahs were sprawled out on the floor for their nap as the tiger was carefully licking a wound on its paw and the territorial lion was staring coldly at the group of humans.
Amber spread her arms open like an eagle's wings. "Welcome to my headquarters," she stated proudly. "What you see before you is an excellent example of animal conservation. These cats were sent to me by the San Diego Wild Animal Park, so that I can return them to special animal reserves in their native homelands."
Reggie smiled. True, this was unexpected, but it was still nice to see someone who was so concerned with the environment. She remembered her younger days when she used to like looking at animals and learning about them. until her dad introduced her to the surfboard.
Sam was still a little skeptical. Why would the Wild Animal Park need any help transporting their wildlife back to their native habitats? He began wondering if Amber's skate park was a cover-up for something big. something illegal.
Neither Otto nor Twister was paying attention. While Otto leaned on his skateboard half-asleep, Twister sneaked away from the group and walked over to the cats.
Almost immediately, most of the cats were responding to Twister's movements. The female jaguar, though, was probably the most interested. She wanted to have a good time, and when Twister walked up to her cage with his camera, she knew that she was a part of something.
Twister got a close-up on the jaguar's face. "Hi, kitty," he cooed. "How about doing something really cool for the Twister Cam?"
Since the camera lens was pushed up against the cage, and because she was feeling playful, the jaguar sniffed and then licked Twister's camera. She then pressed her face up against the cage and rubbed softly.
As Twister was filming the jaguar, the female cheetah popped her head up to look around. Despite her cage-mate, the male cheetah, she felt very lonely and wanted attention. She noticed Otto's brightly colored skateboard and barked in his direction.
Surprised, Otto jumped and dropped his skateboard. It rolled over to the cheetah cage, where the female curiously pawed at it.
Otto was not about to let some stupid cat take his skateboard. He walked over to the cheetah and grabbed the opposite end of the skateboard. "Give it!" he demanded. "Let it go already!"
The cheetah saw this as a game of tug-of-war, so she continued to play (or struggle, in Otto's case) with the skateboard. The endeavor was so forceful that when she let go, Otto slid across the room and right into Reggie and Sam.
Reggie stared at Otto. "What was that?" she asked.
Otto pointed to the female cheetah. "Blame that," he said. "It tried to take my skateboard."
Amber chuckled. "Please forgive Bastet," she explained. "She loves companionship. All she was trying to do was keep you around for as long as you'd let her."
Bastet blinked in an almost friendly manner. She really liked Otto- he seemed like the fun-loving type, unlike her cage-mate Speedo. She barked again, hoping that he'd play with her again.
Reggie walked up to Bastet and petted what fur she could reach. "She's so friendly," she thought aloud. "How old is she?"
"She's about nine or ten months old now," Amber answered. "If we're lucky, she'll have her first litter within the month."
As Reggie was admiring Bastet, Sam looked away and noticed Twister filming the female jaguar. As she let out a big yawn, he complimented, "Nice tonsils."
Sam turned to Amber. "I was just wondering if Twister's allowed to do that." He said, pointing to Twister and his attempt at a 'nature film'.
Amber nodded. "It's okay to use video cameras," she assured, "just as long as there is nothing to provoke them, like a flash bulb or loud noises. That's why I don't allow flash photography."
Otto was getting bored, fast. "Listen, Amber," he said, backing out of the room. "I'd love to stay, but I want to get some skating in today. Mad Town calls, you know!"
"Okay, Otto," Amber replied, walking up to a door on the opposite side of the room. "You can take the long way out, with the stink bomb fumes."
Opening the door to reveal her yard, Amber continued, ".or you can take the shortcut."
Otto stopped, and then walked over to the door. "I knew that," he claimed. "I knew that."
Otto was soon followed by his friends, and as soon as they were gone, Amber locked the door and unlocked the lioness's cage. "Let's see what you can do to help me." she said, grinning.
I do not own the San Diego Wild Animal Park. It's still PG, but as soon as the next chapter is up, this story will be rated PG-13. You have been warned.
CHAPTER NINE: Wild Cat Stronghold
Amber opened the door to reveal what looked like a kennel. The overall sight and smell was exactly the same, except that the oversized cages contained, not dogs, but.
Cats?
Yes, big wild cats. There were two to each pen- apparently one male and one female of the species per cage. They stood out very well considering their surroundings. It was very hard to miss the roar-like yawn of the leopard or the jaguar playfully rubbing itself next to one of the walls of its cage. The cheetahs were sprawled out on the floor for their nap as the tiger was carefully licking a wound on its paw and the territorial lion was staring coldly at the group of humans.
Amber spread her arms open like an eagle's wings. "Welcome to my headquarters," she stated proudly. "What you see before you is an excellent example of animal conservation. These cats were sent to me by the San Diego Wild Animal Park, so that I can return them to special animal reserves in their native homelands."
Reggie smiled. True, this was unexpected, but it was still nice to see someone who was so concerned with the environment. She remembered her younger days when she used to like looking at animals and learning about them. until her dad introduced her to the surfboard.
Sam was still a little skeptical. Why would the Wild Animal Park need any help transporting their wildlife back to their native habitats? He began wondering if Amber's skate park was a cover-up for something big. something illegal.
Neither Otto nor Twister was paying attention. While Otto leaned on his skateboard half-asleep, Twister sneaked away from the group and walked over to the cats.
Almost immediately, most of the cats were responding to Twister's movements. The female jaguar, though, was probably the most interested. She wanted to have a good time, and when Twister walked up to her cage with his camera, she knew that she was a part of something.
Twister got a close-up on the jaguar's face. "Hi, kitty," he cooed. "How about doing something really cool for the Twister Cam?"
Since the camera lens was pushed up against the cage, and because she was feeling playful, the jaguar sniffed and then licked Twister's camera. She then pressed her face up against the cage and rubbed softly.
As Twister was filming the jaguar, the female cheetah popped her head up to look around. Despite her cage-mate, the male cheetah, she felt very lonely and wanted attention. She noticed Otto's brightly colored skateboard and barked in his direction.
Surprised, Otto jumped and dropped his skateboard. It rolled over to the cheetah cage, where the female curiously pawed at it.
Otto was not about to let some stupid cat take his skateboard. He walked over to the cheetah and grabbed the opposite end of the skateboard. "Give it!" he demanded. "Let it go already!"
The cheetah saw this as a game of tug-of-war, so she continued to play (or struggle, in Otto's case) with the skateboard. The endeavor was so forceful that when she let go, Otto slid across the room and right into Reggie and Sam.
Reggie stared at Otto. "What was that?" she asked.
Otto pointed to the female cheetah. "Blame that," he said. "It tried to take my skateboard."
Amber chuckled. "Please forgive Bastet," she explained. "She loves companionship. All she was trying to do was keep you around for as long as you'd let her."
Bastet blinked in an almost friendly manner. She really liked Otto- he seemed like the fun-loving type, unlike her cage-mate Speedo. She barked again, hoping that he'd play with her again.
Reggie walked up to Bastet and petted what fur she could reach. "She's so friendly," she thought aloud. "How old is she?"
"She's about nine or ten months old now," Amber answered. "If we're lucky, she'll have her first litter within the month."
As Reggie was admiring Bastet, Sam looked away and noticed Twister filming the female jaguar. As she let out a big yawn, he complimented, "Nice tonsils."
Sam turned to Amber. "I was just wondering if Twister's allowed to do that." He said, pointing to Twister and his attempt at a 'nature film'.
Amber nodded. "It's okay to use video cameras," she assured, "just as long as there is nothing to provoke them, like a flash bulb or loud noises. That's why I don't allow flash photography."
Otto was getting bored, fast. "Listen, Amber," he said, backing out of the room. "I'd love to stay, but I want to get some skating in today. Mad Town calls, you know!"
"Okay, Otto," Amber replied, walking up to a door on the opposite side of the room. "You can take the long way out, with the stink bomb fumes."
Opening the door to reveal her yard, Amber continued, ".or you can take the shortcut."
Otto stopped, and then walked over to the door. "I knew that," he claimed. "I knew that."
Otto was soon followed by his friends, and as soon as they were gone, Amber locked the door and unlocked the lioness's cage. "Let's see what you can do to help me." she said, grinning.
