Today I went to the zoo again to help with caracal introductions. The zoo got a new caracal a few months ago, and they are slowly letting him spend more time together with the female we already had. The female's name is Peggy. She's the smaller, lighter one in the crate up top. When she was in quarantine, our nickname for her was Pickle, because she had such a sour personality. The quarantine keeper was the only person she'd tolerate, but there's a good chance that was mainly because that's who fed her. I've seen this cat take treats from the keeper through the cage, purr, and then suddenly pin her ears back and hiss while still licking the treat. Ridiculous cat. Reminds me of Trinket. Cricket is the male. He's the much larger, darker one on the ground. Polar opposite of Peggy. He was hand-raised in South Africa, and loves people. When he was in quarantine, he would make sad little chirping noises if he heard people outside his enclosure and they didn't come in to say hello. Such a sweet cat. It's funny to watch him try to get Peggy to play with him. Hopefully, she'll keep him company, and he'll mellow her out.So, that was my morning. I spent the first hour of the shift watching the outer exhibit while the cats slept in holding out of the cold and rain. The second hour, I switched with the other observer and watched them sleep or, once Cricket got bored, watched him try to get Peggy to play. All in all, not a bad Sunday.
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