Adopting a Pet
"What If...? nobody else wants it, take care of it for me."
One stone stirs up a thousand ripples! The reason everyone is gathered here is because it's rare to see Tiger cubs, and they're just curious and coming to see what's going on.
But what normal person would want to Tiger at home?
The most famous Tiger owner is former heavyweight boxing champion Tyson, while the most frequently heard group of Tiger owners are the wealthy people of the Middle East.
Even among Hollywood stars who are most enthusiastic about risky activities, very few would dare to keep such a ferocious beast at home.
Do they really think they're not afraid that one day they'll get high and try to get tiger whiskers, only to be eaten as a snack by the Tiger?
So when they heard someone say they wanted to raise it, everyone turned to look, wondering which brave soul was so bold.
The speaker was none other than Henry Brown, one of the staff members at the Continental Hotel.
"Are you sure you can do it?" Mooney Fisher asked instinctively.
Henry walked over, smiling, and said, "At least I'm not afraid of being bitten." As he spoke, he reached into the cage and tried to touch the little Tiger.
For Tiger that has already been weaned, its teeth must have grown in, which is why it can eat meat.
Since being captured, the creature hasn't starved to death, but it hasn't had a full meal either. So when it sees anything moving enter the cage, it instinctively bites at it!
Whether Kryptonian flesh tastes good or not, the little Tiger has no way of knowing, because it can't chew it. Even if it grinds and tears it from side to side, it can only grind its teeth like it's gnawing on an iron rod.
Henry, however, didn't seem to care and started playing with the little Tiger. He would rub its head and get bitten; he would scratch its chin and get bitten again; and then he would pull its Tiger, fulfilling a childhood dream, only to be bitten again as expected.
Seeing Henry having so much fun, as if the Tiger cub's teeth were on par with a kitten's, a bold person reached into the cage from the other side and stroked the Tiger's waist like petting a cat.
Who knew that the little Tiger, sensing the new evil hand's attack, would turn around and bite!
This time it bit me, and the person who was bitten screamed in pain.
Henry actually wanted to keep watching the show, but a predator like him couldn't be spared if he had ever tasted human flesh.
It's not that human flesh is so delicious that Tiger would crave it.
Once Tiger has tasted human flesh, "human" will become an additional item on its perceived menu.
When they are hungry, they will naturally hunt for edible "food" nearby.
It's not as simple as feeding Tiger and then everything is fine. As long as the Tiger perceives humans as falling into the "edible" category of its threat ranking, it's possible that the Tiger won't kill the weaker animal out of hunger if it engages in provocative behavior.
For example, a male tiger might kill cubs that are not its own, just to be with the mother. This precisely proves that Tiger can be aggressive for reasons other than hunger.
Do humans, who have long been civilized and detached from barbarism, and who love to court death, realize that some of their behaviors are actually provocations to a Tiger?
The act of turning one's back to a predator and running away is practically a declaration, "I'm afraid of you, please don't come and eat me." Tiger wouldn't dare not chase such a person; it would be betraying its own nature.
Therefore, the best way is to prevent this tiger cub, which has no parents to care for it, from tasting human flesh.
Having figured it out, Henry put his hands into the cage, pried open the tiger's mouth, and let the unfortunate creature that had been bitten pull its hands out.
Fortunately, this Tiger had only been weaned recently and wasn't used to eating meat, let alone meat that would struggle.
So the lucky guy who managed to pull his hand out only had clear teeth marks and some bleeding. He hadn't had a piece of flesh bitten off, nor had his muscles or bones been injured.
He writhed and shook his head, while the others watched with amusement. But besides enjoying a good show, everyone also realized one thing: don't mistake this little Tiger for a cat; his bite can hurt. And when he grows up—that would be a different story.
Then everyone remembered something else: what was this man's secret to daring to Tiger? It was his bulletproof body. That's something no one else could compete with.
The Tiger cub's cage wasn't locked; it was just secured by a horizontal bolt. Henry didn't think much of it and opened the cage door.
He scooped the mischievous little guy out of his arms.
Based on its weight, the Tiger cub weighs approximately thirteen kilograms; its fur is in good condition with no obvious external injuries.
Although it was struggling, it looked weak and listless. It seemed to have been starved by the escaped poachers, which is why it instinctively started to bite at anything that approached. It simply wanted to eat.
Forget about holding this starving Tiger cub in his arms. Even if its parents came together, Henry wouldn't care. He just petted the struggling Tiger cub like a cat.
After a short while, as if sensing the difference in their strength, the little Tiger gave up and stopped struggling. Instead, its four legs drooped naturally, resting on Henry's arm, looking utterly resigned. Occasionally, it would lick the tip of its nose with its tongue.
Henry, while petting the little guy, said, "The little guy must be hungry. I'll give you something good to eat later."
As he spoke, he looked at Mooney Fisher, the hotel manager who could make decisions, Henry asked, "Ms. Fisher, can you hand him over to me? Or do you have other uses for him?"
What use could I possibly be? I can't just throw it in the kitchen and have them serve it as a roasted baby tiger dish.
Although Mooney Fisher didn't want to give away the Continental Hotel's assets for nothing, she was also afraid that if she made an offer, the man would back down, and then she would be stuck with this Tiger.
This person doesn't mince words or haggle when doing things; it's especially annoying. Getting someone to kill him would be easy for him; for Mooney, it's just a matter of giving an order. However...
Whether out of sympathy for the tiger cub or a desire to win the man over, Mooney Fisher ultimately said, "Giving you the Tiger isn't out of the question. But don't expect me to cover its food costs."
Overjoyed at receiving a positive reply, Henry rubbed his head and said, "Kitty, that's wonderful! Madam agrees. Come home with me!"
Hearing the newly chosen name, Mooney Fisher was speechless for a moment. She said, "You've already named it? You're really quick."
I have to warn you first, if you don't want to keep it anymore, you'll have to deal with it yourself. Don't just dump it on me again."
"Don't worry, I'm very responsible." Tiger are valuable from head to toe; how could Henry bear to give them away to someone else?
It's none of anyone else's business how we use a pet that we raised ourselves and then it died naturally. It's not like we bought it to kill it on purpose.
Thinking of this, Henry suddenly remembered something. He lifted the tiger cub's body near its forelegs, turned it upside down so its belly was facing him, and looked closely. "Oh dear, my Kitty is actually a male!"
This means they have no intention of changing the name. On the other hand, Henry is thinking...
Great, the tiger penis has arrived.
The little Tiger in my hand trembled violently. It's not even fully grown yet, and it's already being eyed by Krypton two-legged creature. What should I do?