Emotional Humans, Emotional Cats.

 
					 
					Emotion is running high across the world regarding my 
					statement that tigress Julie is unlikely to raise her five 
					cubs to maturity, and if one or two perish along the way 
					then I will not interfere
					 
					 
					When Savannah the lioness visited Julie in her den soon 
					after the birth of the cubs, the greeting was extra-ordinary 
					to say the least (Savannah is the lioness that was 
					introduced into Julies first litter when she was 5 days old. 
					This was a genetic diversity experiment which was extremely 
					successful. See newsletter No2).

Savannah, now 3 years old, enters the den, greets, rolls and 
					grooms Julie for more than 2 hours. 
 
					 
					I could relate to the greeting because a lioness called "Shingalana" 
					had given me a similar greeting on the Luwangwe River in 
					Zambia after I returned from an absence of 3 weeks due to a 
					severe bout of Malaria.
					 
					The problem with Savannahs' greeting is that having never 
					produced cubs of her own, she is totally oblivious of the 
					fragility and vulnerability of the cubs. If Savannah 
					(roughly 160kg) rolls on top of a 1kg tiger cub, the cub 
					will be killed instantly.

 
 
					 
					I watched in horror as several times the cubs were almost 
					crushed by the ecstatic Savannah. Further observation 
					revealed a degree of jealousy as Savannah roughly cuffed and 
					rolled the cubs over with her paws. Whereas Savannah was 
					overjoyed to see Julie, the cubs were regarded as 
					competition as instinctively Savannah knew that the cubs 
					would now replace her for Julies attention, and affection.


					 
					Then the most extraordinary thing happened. As Julie rolled 
					on her side to give the cubs better access to the teats, 
					Savannah tried to suckle from Julie too. In one of the most 
					extraordinary shots I have ever rolled, a 3-year-old lioness 
					lies next to 5 tiny, newborn tiger cubs and attempts to 
					suckle.
					 

Fearful of damage to a cub, I was forced to remove Savannah 
					into a holding boma.
 
					I returned to the den and my worst fears were realized. The 
					white cub lay separate from the 4 normal cubs. Its head was 
					thrown back and it was gasping for air. It appeared unable 
					to crawl. It seemed traumatized. I picked up the cub to 
					examine it and noticed it had diarrhea. Could Savannah have 
					crushed the tiny cub and damaged its internal organs?
 
 
					
 
					 
					Shock, and dismay overcame me as I realized that the chance 
					of Julie raising a wild white tiger had been snuffed out in 
					the first few days. I left the cub in the den, and returned 
					to camp.
 
 
					
					 
					That night I phoned many vet friends of mine and the 
					consensus of all of them was that the cub had suffered a 
					severe blow to the body and had probably been sat on by 
					Savannah.
					 
					At 3am in the morning my "non-interference" went out of the 
					window and I woke  Jade de Klerk to help me pull the cub and 
					rush it to the vet in an attempt to save its life.
					 
					Using lights we arrived at the den. The white cub had not 
					moved. My heart sank. Julie had her paws over the cub, and 
					it appeared to be dead. I waited for 5 minutes, but there 
					was no sign of life in the white cub. Completely gutted, I 
					prepared to leave the den.
					 
					Suddenly, the white cubs head pushed through Julies paws, 
					crawling over her leg trying to find a teat, then it began 
					to suckle. Amazement is an understatement, the cub was alive 
					and feeding! We left the den elated.

					 
					Several days later Julie moved the cubs from the birth den 
					into a new den in a river bed. The new den had thick reeds 
					and access was difficult.
					 
					On the third day I arrived to find the white cub alone in 
					the den. Julie and the 4 normal cubs were gone. I was 
					unconcerned, Julie was obviously in the process of moving 
					the cubs to a new den site and she would return to the den 
					shortly to fetch the last cub. Julie, however, never 
					returned to the den. The longer I waited, the more I became 
					convinced that she had forgotten the last cub.

					 
					I have seen it many times before with leopards, they will 
					move their cubs to a new den and then go back to the 
					original den and call in case there is another cub. In other 
					words they cant count, they simply act on instinct.
					 
					I became convinced that Julie, having carried four cubs in 
					her mouth, had forgotten one, and once again it was the 
					white cub. My dilemma was; do I leave the cub or do I pick 
					up the cub, try to find Julies new den and return the cub to 
					the litter.
					 
					Another scenario was possible, did Julie deliberately leave 
					it behind knowing that she couldn't possible raise 5 cubs? 
					If this was the case, then should I pick up the cub and 
					hand-rear it leaving her with the 4 normal-coloured cubs.
					 
					If only I could communicate with her. If only she could tell 
					me her strategy, if only.......?
					 
					If the second scenario was correct then I should pick up the 
					white cub and hand-rear it. This then ensures the survival 
					of the white cub and lightens the load on Julie, which then 
					increases the chances of survival of the other 4 normal 
					cubs.
					Scientists have long told me that to do good science, one 
					must remain totally objective and unemotional. However, when 
					it came to the crunch, Dian Fossey ended up holding hands 
					with her gorillas. Jane Goodall freely admits to becoming 
					emotionally involved in her chimpanzees. In short, human 
					beings are the most emotive animals on this planet, highly 
					creative, highly destructive, but super-charged by emotion 
					no less.
					 
					In fact, in Julies case, the normal cubs were in a new den 
					just 3m to the West of the old den. The normal cubs were so 
					well camouflaged and silent that I had failed to see them in 
					the dappled light of the thick reeds. Much later, Julie was 
					reunited with all her cubs and began immediately to 
					suckle them.
					 
					Therefore my non-interference in the first and second case 
					had been the right decision!
					 
					Let me rephrase my policy; "I desperately hope 
					that Julie can raise all five cubs, but logic tells me the 
					odds are against her. When crisis arrives I'm sure emotion 
					will overtake me and I will interfere. The fact that there 
					is a white cub involved, makes the emotions all the more 
					powerful."
					 
					Many people from around the world have urged me to hand-rear 
					the white cub to ensure its survival. Others have urged me 
					to hand-rear 2 normal cubs, to help the white cub survive in 
					the wild, by lessening the competition for milk.

					 
					The concern from across the world shows how 
					emotionally-charged, human beings are.
					 
					For now, all 5 cubs remain with Julie. I will keep you 
					informed every step of the way
					 
					Tread Lightly On The Earth
					JV