We pulled off the slushy dirt road and pulled in behind two other cars that were parked along a covered, chain link fence. The gate was also covered with the same material, and it was padlocked. As soon as we stepped out of the car, we heard the unfamiliar yet unmistakable sound of lions’ roars. This strangely interesting place was my birthday surprise.
Actually, it wasn’t a complete surprise. When my husband had told me the day before that we would be driving about an hour from Indianapolis, the city that I had suggested for my birthday trip, to see a place he had just happened to come across online, I pushed the point to see why we were going to be spending so much time driving around when I had wanted to spend some time in Indy. He had then told me that we would be going to visit a shelter for tigers and lions and other large cats.
Even having been given that information, waiting briefly outside of the padlocked gate on that dirt road in rural Indiana in the mid morning coolness and hearing the noises coming from behind those covered fences, I felt some apprehension, but I felt even more curiosity and excitement.
Very soon after we had reached the gate, a woman who worked at the center let us in and let us know that a tour was just about to start. She then went through the rules for the group of about a dozen people.
“Please remain on the paths and with the tour group at all times,” she said.
“Stay at least three feet from fences,” she continued. “And for your safety and for the safety of our cats, do not touch the cats.”
She then stated that the penalty for touching the fences or the cats would result in an immediate escort from the facility.
At one point in my life, I was a shy, compliant person. Of late, I have deemed that some rules were meant to be broken. As I listened to the rules that had been given in a polite but somber tone, and as I heard the roars of the lions and some other sounds that I did not recognize, I determined rather instantly that these rules would be ones that I had absolutely no intention of breaking.
The staff member asked if we had any questions. My husband asked if it was okay to take photos and was assured that taking pictures was certainly fine. And with that, we started along a dirt path that led us past several small cages that were empty. We learned that those cages used to hold circus tigers, an absurd number of tigers for the size of the enclosures.
We continued on the path to see a lioness lounging high on a wooden platform. While I looked at her with fascination, her sandy coat looking soft and pleasant, she looked at us as if we were merely disturbing her sleep. Though she lived in an enclosure, she seemed quite at home on her perch among the trees with the natural ground beneath her perch.
Unlike zoos, especially the zoos of days past, the Exotic Feline Rescue Center does not create concrete pens or glass enclosures for its cats. Telephone poles are laid out as a base, then a high, double layer of chain link fence encloses areas in which the cats will live. The areas are largely unchanged as it relates to the landscape. The cats do have structures to climb on or lie on, like the one on which we found the grumpy lioness, and they do have shelters as well. Beyond those things though, the area is left as it is; the ground is natural grass and dirt, and the trees and other plants that are native to southwestern Indiana grow as they would normally.
We continued on the path, following our leader, hearing the biographies of each cat on the tour – where they had come from and in what condition they had arrived at EFRC. We took photos and took it all in.
We paused at an enclosure which housed a young lioness, with a lovely fawn colored coat and huge paws, and her roomie, a young tiger. We were told that they had arrived together as cubs and were inseparable – and that the young lioness was the boss. We saw evidence of that when the lioness came to the fence for some affection, rubbing her head along the fence as our guide positioned her body with her side to the fence so that the cat could feel as though she were making contact with her. We noted that the staff member kept both hands at her side and never made an attempt to “pet” the cat. When the young tiger began to walk toward the fence, perhaps in search of some attention, the lioness let out a little sound of disapproval; he turned and went into his shelter, peeking out to look at us.
We continued on past other cats and heard their stories until we came to an area that became quite narrow. Our guide said that we would need to keep a single file line through that part of the tour. I found myself at the end of the line, and I felt a bit apprehensive. I said to my husband, “Hey, I don’t want to be last.”
I’m not sure what I thought might happen if I were last. In reality, I felt completely safe the entire time I was on the tour. The rules are a reflection of how seriously the facility takes the safety of the staff, guests, and the cats. While it was surreal at times to see tigers at every turn on that narrow path, it was truly wonderful too.
At one point, while trying to adhere to the three feet from the fence rule, I looked down and just about exactly three feet from my feet, lying along the telephone pole that was the base of his enclosure, was a tiger, paws outstretched, looking up at me as if he were ready for his photo. And I did indeed take that incredible picture that is the cover photo for this post.
Seriously, who would have thought that on my weekend getaway to Indianapolis that I would be looking down at a stunning tiger lying along a fence closer to me than what many people’s dogs are while I am out on a run.
We concluded the tour by having the privilege of watching Chloe’s cubs playing with each other. Chloe, a female tiger, had arrived at EFRC pregnant. The shelter does not breed the cats. She had a litter of five female cubs, all of which weighed about 200 pounds by that time in late March; they were born in mid June of the previous year so they were not quite a year old.
Touring the Exotic Feline Rescue Center and seeing how dedicated they are to caring for the cats, for the rest of those cats’ lives, and seeing those cats up close was one of the most amazing experiences of my life. It was truly a birthday gift that I will never forget.
It’s not as though last year’s birthday is the birthday by which all other birthdays will be judged, because every birthday with the people I love is special. Still, that gift was absolutely awesome, and I want to thank my Honey for that amazing trip.
I also want to continue to help spread the word; below is the link to the Exotic Feline Rescue Center website. I hope you get to have this amazing experience one day.