If you’re also thinking she’s a bit skinny: she is. At the time of this picture, Farah was a 16-year-old tigress (for a species that lives 8-10 years in the wild and 15-20 in captivity), estimated to weigh about three hundred pounds, and was eating the same 12 pounds of raw meat we fed her 5 year old (so the prime of their tiger lives), 450-lb psychopath sons. Because, and I quote, “she a skinny bitch.” She was also on daily medication to protect her kidneys, glucosamine (also daily) and a tri-weekly multivitamin/probiotic combo that apparently tasted really nasty.
Do you know it’s kind of to hold a tiger’s nose and force pills down their throats?
Riders of Skaith 
*blink*
I don’t know if I am impressed, scared, or feel silly for not realizing that there are tiger versions of my old MamaCat out there.
Make her a black calico with a torso the size of a pepsi bottle, and yep.
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Aw!
Was MamaCat also highly sociable, very ladylike, completely murderous if you turned your back, and very picky about her food? 😉
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Other than her idea of being picky about food was “I picked that one, mine,” yes.
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Awwwsome. 🙂
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