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His name is Kavi. I met him at a wildlife sanctuary in Namibia, where I’d gone to volunteer for a summer. He was found as a cub—his mother lost to poachers. Too young to hunt. Too trusting to survive in the wild alone.
I used to, too. Until I met him.
Over the weeks, Kavi became less of a subject to observe and more of a… friend. He’d rub his head against my shoulder like an oversized house cat. He’d chirp—yes, cheetahs chirp, like birds—when he saw me coming with his afternoon meal. Sometimes, he’d run just for the joy of it, his spotted body turning into a golden blur, then circle back to check if I’d seen. My Cheetah Friend