The clouded leopards are quite shy. The only time I had seen one not hiding behind a stanchion was before dawn, with a very shadowy cat merging into shadowy rocks, only revealed by her faintly glittering eyes.
So I was delighted this morning, in the shadowless but still quite bright morning, when she stalked out over the rocks directly toward me. She stopped to sniff a pile of straw and made a disgusted little wow!, which sounded almost exactly like a duck quacking. Then she stepped out on the rock closest to the mesh, gazed up at me like it was all my fault, and muttered wow! again. After a few seconds of mutual regard she slouched off, muttering softly to herself, her squarish head thrust determinedly forward.
Now I know what Sabira sounds like when she is disappointed in Renard's performance. But who would believe me?
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