I've been writing my story since I was able to write, but when the media goes to share it, they only choose the parts that fit their idea of what will generate views. If I'm going to share my story, it should be the whole story. The titles are the dates things happened. If you have any interest in who I really am please start at the beginning of this playlist: http://savethecats.org/ I know there will be people who take things out of context and try to use them to validate their own misconception, but you have access to the whole story. My hope is that others will recognize themselves in my words and have the strength to do what is right for themselves and our shared planet. 5/15/1997 Had to sneak our two mutts into the vet to have them neutered and spayed; something Don forbids. 5/16/1997 Don has been running all over the place accusing everyone of stealing his car phone and his handkerchiefs. He found the phone later that day under the seat of his car. Why would anyone steal a used hanky? 5/17/1997 At first light Don was off, with Sundari our six month old Leopard to go yard sale-ing. When he came home the refuge was very busy and the gates were open, as always on Saturdays. He got out of the van and left the windows down and the Leopard loose. Two of our Volunteers, Troy Valentine and Judy Watson discovered her hanging out the window and put her away. Don never asks before taking a cat and I have to watch him all the time to keep him from doing dangerous stuff like this. I got a call one day that he’d done the same thing with Sundari in a neighborhood, where she escaped and was scaring people half to death before he rounded her back up. 5/24/1997 I had to give a presentation in Arcadia with the cats and asked Don to feed for me. It is the second time I have asked him to do so. He forgot several of the cats and I had to recheck everyone when I got home. 5/25/1997 I had caught up a Bobcat (Elsa) and put her in a cage attached to a 1200 sq. ft pen, where Cerange just moved, in the hopes of acquainting the two before putting her in his pen. I told Don I wanted to make sure they were going to get along before opening the door. Behind my back he sneaked out there and let her out, but did not fasten the gate and she escaped. He did not tell me that she got away, so I don’t know if he saw it or if she got out after he walked away. The next day a tour group saw her out and told me. When I asked Don how her door could have been opened and left standing open he said that he had done it. When we couldn’t find Elsa anywhere on property, we began expanding our search outside our gates. Jamie went down N. Meadowview Circle and a neighbor said they thought they had seen her, so Dad, Jon, Kenny and I took nets and a big carrier. We found her in the backyard of a house on N. Meadowview, so we set the carrier up in the narrowest spot where the shrubbery came around the side of the house to the front. Some chased her from the back yard into the narrow space where she ran into the familiar carrier to escape them and Dad and I were able to slam the door shut behind her. You can help feed the cats at no cost to you using Amazon Smile! Visit BigCatRescue.org/Amazon-smile You can see photos, videos and more, updated daily at BigCatRescue.org Check out our main channel at YouTube.com/BigCatRescue Music (if any) from Epidemic Sound (http://www.epidemicsound.com) This video is for entertainment purposes only.