My little sister has always liked animals. As an infant, she would scream if little old ladies leaned in to just to say hi to the cute baby, but she was happy as a clam whenever our neighbor's golden retrievers jumped up and licked her face. We weren't surprised when she decided to pursue a career working with animals.
Emily works for a training company, developing a brand-new show for the San Diego Wild Animal Park which will open in a few months. Of all the animals Emily has worked with, Servals are one of my favorites. I joke about having her cat-nap one for me.
The truth is, it would be a really, really bad idea to have a Serval (or any other exotic animal, for that matter) as a house pet. Sure, she looks kind of like a domesticated cat, but the Serval is faster, stronger, and more unpredictable than your average puss. After all, it's a wild animal.
And as cute as she is, I don't think I could live with an animal who terrorizes yarn like this. Sure, other cats like yarn -- they bat it around, maybe gnaw on it a little -- but Miss Serval grabbed this ball of yarn from my sister's knitting bag and would not let go. When Emily finally got it back, it looked like a herd of razorblades had stampeded through it.
I like Servals, but I also like my yarn.
(The Exotic Animal Training and Management Program at Moorpark College, of which my sister is an alum, teaches students not only how to use positive reinforcement training to improve the lives of both "working" animals and those in zoos around the world, but also how to educate the public to help wild animals stay wild. If you're interested, you can "adopt" an animal at the training zoo, by making a donation, here.)