The Africa Journals
Chapter 37
cheetah in the lapa

cheetah in the lapa
Once upon a time, a lazy hunter
stole a cheetah’s three cubs, planning to train them to hunt for him. The cheetah returned to her den to find her
cubs gone and began to weep. A wise man
from the tribe found the lazy hunter and returned the cubs to her, but her
crying had stained her face permanently.
And that is why the cheetah’s face has a dark line under its eyes. Today the tear stains are a reminder to hunt
in the honorable way.—African fable
We
return to the lapa expecting breakfast, certainly not a cheetah! Yet there he is—a gorgeous full-grown adult
male standing right where we had recently petted the trunks of elephants. Its long legs, deep chest with thin waist, and
enlarged nostrils, cheetahs are built for speed.
His stares intently
at the bushveld, looking for the slightest movement. He couldn’t care less about us slow-moving
noisy tourists. He wants a better
challenge. Oh, and then there’s the
fact that he’s wearing a collar and leash.
This is Sylvester,
orphaned when only days old and raised as a house cat until he reached a size
where more professional surroundings were required. Since then he’s been an ambassador for the big
cats, trained to tolerate the petting, photo-taking tourists and the ohs and ahs of elementary classes that visit him. Okay, so the adults make those same sounds.
Adult male cheetahs weigh up to 140 lbs. and stand about 30 inches at the shoulder. Their tails are about three feet long.
| Sylvester's attention was on the bush and things we humans couldn't see. |
| The only species of big cats with semi-retractable claws. |
Sylvester might well be the only cheetah in the world with its own Facebook page:
https://www.facebook.com/pages/Sylvester-Cheetah-Ambassador/169927003078626
| Henry and Sylvester share a moment. |
We all visit with Sylvester, pet his short, coarse fur and have photos taken.
Then, a wonderful tasty breakfast in the lapa.
Beans,
scrambled egg with scallions, back bacon, tomato, sausages, potatoes.
Incredibly, my clothes tell me I've actually lost some weight.
Sylvester and I have a moment.
And, I got Emily's autograph:
