Carole Baskins Diary

Online update re: Joe Schreibvogel lawsuit

Some of you have asked for an update on the lawsuits with Joe Schreibvogel, who we view as one of the two most notorious exploiters of tiger cubs in the world.  See www.tigercubabuse.com.

 

During litigation the general rule is not to comment publicly. But there are some events that are a matter of public record on which we can provide an update.

 

In early 2013 we obtained a consent judgment in Federal Court in Tampa for a little over $1 million against Schreibvogel personally and against the zoo he ran at the time, which we refer to as the “Park.” Employees of Schreibvogel then incorporated a new entity which we refer to as the “Zoo.” Assets of the Park were allegedly transferred to the Zoo. Then both Schreibvogel (personally) and the Park (as a nonprofit corporation) filed bankruptcy, with the Park showing only nominal assets left.  After that, Schreibvogel signed an agreement stating that his personal debts were not discharged by his personal bankruptcy. The Zoo’s bankruptcy was dismissed by the bankruptcy court.

 

We have filed a lawsuit arguing that the assets allegedly transferred from the Park to the Zoo should be available to satisfy our judgment. We are also seeking to obtain certain personal assets of Schreibvogel’s to satisfy the judgment.  When we filed the original lawsuit in early 2011, the land that the Park occupied was owned by Schreibvogel personally. A few days after we filed the lawsuit, a deed was recorded in which Schreibvogel transferred the land to his mother, Shirley. The Bankruptcy Trustee has filed a lawsuit against Shirley to bring the land back into Schreibvogel’s personal bankruptcy estate.

 

So, the plan now is to persistently and patiently go through the time consuming process of going after assets of the debtors that would satisfy some or all of the money owed to us in the judgment.

 

While this is serious business, Schreibvogel does provide us with some pretty good comic relief along the way. Here are examples we particularly chuckle about.  First, Schreibvogel repeatedly makes the absolutely ridiculous claim that Carole pays $100,000 to have dinner with Wayne Pacelle, CEO of HSUS. How he comes up with nonsense like this, and who he thinks would believe such rubbish, is beyond me. Past employees report that he is a regular user of illegal drugs. Perhaps that explains some of his thought process. But I chuckle every time a hear him make this absurd claim.

 

Another comical assertion he makes is that our efforts to collect on our judgment are nothing more than Carole’s “obsession” with him instead of efforts to recover on our judgment. He blames Carole for every decision we make. What he fails to understand is that ever since he began using our name and part of our logo, the decisions we have made on devoting more resources to educating the malls about tiger cub abuse and hiring and working with our attorneys have been primarily my responsibility, not Carole’s. I’m starting to feel hurt that he gives me no credit for all this work.

 

In a way though, seriously, the decisions were all his. If he simply had the good sense to stop using our name and logo and stop using our photos and stop using our videos when we filed the early lawsuits, it would have ended there. It was his decision to engage in prolonged, expensive litigation by filing counterclaims that were so lacking in merit that the court threw them out on summary judgment.

 

Most recently he made a rather pathetic video appeal online saying that if we would “back off, I would love to get out of this industry”, but if we continue our efforts to collect on our judgment, he will continue to breed tigers. Yeah, right. Next he will be trying to sell me a bridge.  The funniest thing of all is that he has someone sing country western songs, then films himself lip syncing the song, and now claims he is a country western singer.  And his gullible followers seem to actually believe him.   What

Momma Jacquie Paid For Food Prep

 

She had a lot of names: Her birth name was Jacqueline Thompson, but she wanted a middle name and gave herself one; Jean.  Her married name was Norris.  Her daughters called her Mother.  Most of you knew her as Jackie, unless you were kin and then it was Aunt Jack, Momma Jack or, as I called her, Momma Jacquie.  NO ONE called her Grandma, even though she had 8 grandchildren and I don’t even know how many great grandchildren.

 

She insisted that I never call her Grandma and explained that it was because she was too young to be my grandmother.  Being a child, I took that literally and wondered who my grandmother was, in this huge family of ours, if it wasn’t possible for her to be old enough.  There was the suspicious issue of my cousin Scott being born the same day as me.  In my young, conspiracy theory laden head, I thought maybe we were twins,  separated at birth and that Scott’s mom, Mary, who was Momma Jacquie’s sister, was my real mom and THAT’s why Momma Jacquie wasn’t old enough to be my grandmother.

 

I’d stare long and hard at Scott and his parents, but didn’t see me in them.  I looked like my Dad and sounded like my Mom, so I grew up unsure of how the family tree really was rooted.  That uncertainty was compounded by the fact that I grew up with two sets of parents.  My own, Barbara and Vernon Stairs, and the people, who weren’t old enough to be my grandparents, who had me call them BigDaddy and Momma Jacquie.

 

I’d heard stories about Momma Jacquie growing up in Arkansas,picking cotton, and how she’d married at the age of 16 to escape the hard life of being the eldest girl of 8 children who were all raised during the great depression.  But by the time she was 18 she had two daughters of her own, Carole (my aunt) and Bar-Jean (my mother.)

 

My mother was born first, in 1941, and named after most of her aunts.  Knowing the way this family loves to name their daughters after all their sisters, it was a good thing thatMomma Jacquie’s youngest sister wasn’t even born until after the birth of my mother, or else she would have ended up with a name like:  Mary Barbara Jean Trena Norris Stairs.

 

My Aunt Carole was born in 1942, just days before the death of a film star comedienne that must have captivated Momma Jacquie’s imagination, because she was named after Carole Lombard, complete with the E at the end of her name, to be sure that she was not just any Carol, but rather named for the famous actress.  For those who aren’t old enough to remember, Carole Lombard was married to Clark Gable and they were the Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie of their era.

 

Momma Jacquie’s favorite actress was the comedienne, Lucille Ball, who rose to stardom in 1951 in the show with her husband, Desi Arnaz, in I Love Lucy.  What some of you may not remember, but I’m sure Momma Jacquie  did, was that Lucille Ball was the first woman to run a major television studio.  It was known for producing StarTrek and Mission Impossible.  Thankfully that didn’t happen until a year after my birth or she may have insisted that my parents name me Lucy.

 

My mother tells me that despite the financial difficulties that must have been inherent in her family they had one of the first television sets.  As I think back about the timing, Momma Jacquie went straight from the depression era to being married with 2 children during World War II.  Big Daddy had been building orange crates for just pennies in California, and then a soldier and then a police officer while Momma Jacquie was doing her part for the war effort by working at Delco Remy which switched from manufacturing General Motors automobiles to military vehicles during the war.  She had done some modeling and even had a nose job done because she wanted to look like the perfect, all American girl, and thought her Indian nose might stereotype her.

 

I can imagine that during such hard and trying times she must have turned on that TV and felt the sort of escape that o

Cocaine Kingpin Mario Tabraue Is Lobbying Congress to Let Him Keep His Cheetahs (and Liger)

 

Ex-drug-lord Mario Tabraue has been compared to Scarface. Say hello to his little friend on Capitol Hill. By Tim Murphy Senior Reporter https://www.motherjones.com/politics/2014/05/mario-tabraue-cocaine-kingpin-lobbying-congress-big-cats/

 

Hi, I’m Carole Baskin and 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.  

 

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China Doll Always Ready to Get the Party Started

 

As I pulled into the parking lot tonight, for what I expected would be the awful decision of euthanizing China Doll, the song, Let's Get the Party Started was blaring from the radio. I thought that was about the most inappropriate thing that could coincide with such a terrible choice to have to make, when a vision of the first time I ever saw China Doll flashed into my head.

 

She arrived at the sanctuary in a metal crate in the back of a truck. When I opened the door she bounced to her feet and with one big, fluffy paw, busted the crate open. She just stood there chuffing and melted my heart at once.

 

She had made the drive down, all the way from Tennessee, but now that it would be funny to break out, she did. It was her mischievous way of saying, "Let's get the party started." And that has been the nature of her life here. She has always been far stronger than anyone would expect, always the prankster, the instigator and the clown. She brought so much happiness into our lives and that of Shere Khan's.

 

China Doll Always Ready to Get the Party Started

 

As I pulled into the parking lot tonight, for what I expected would be the awful decision of euthanizing China Doll, the song, Let's Get the Party Started was blaring from the radio. I thought that was about the most inappropriate thing that could coincide with such a terrible choice to have to make, when a vision of the first time I ever saw China Doll flashed into my head.

 

She arrived at the sanctuary in a metal crate in the back of a truck. When I opened the door she bounced to her feet and with one big, fluffy paw, busted the crate open. She just stood there chuffing and melted my heart at once.

 

She had made the drive down, all the way from Tennessee, but now that it would be funny to break out, she did. It was her mischievous way of saying, "Let's get the party started." And that has been the nature of her life here. She has always been far stronger than anyone would expect, always the prankster, the instigator and the clown. She brought so much happiness into our lives and that of Shere Khan's.

Tribute to Nyla Leopard

Dr. Wynn and Gale came to help Nyla cross over into the exciting new lives that are ahead of her, but as she was letting go, it was like one of those near death experiences to me, but the life that flashed before my eyes was Nyla's. I remembered her as a cub, who had to be bottle fed several times a day and her brother being so difficult to feed while she was so eager to do it right and be a perfect angel.

 

I remembered her and Simba, playing their favorite game, back before we learned better, where they would race around and around a cage full of volunteers and then launch up and off the wall to be able to jump on someone's head. The goal was to tackle the person to the ground. You got extra points if they screamed.

 

I remember the day someone came to my bedroom one early morning and said, "Come quick! There's something gross in Nyla's cage." and it turned out to be Sundari and her black coated sister. Nyla hadn't opened the sacks, so I did and was able to revive the dead little Sundari, but could not save her sister. Sabre was their dad. That was 1996 and pre Internet, so we had not learned yet than none of the privately held exotic cats would ever serve any conservation value.

 

Day after day, I'd try to get her to take Sundari back, but Nyla wouldn't have any part of mother hood and was never bred again.

 

I'm so glad that she and her brother were  re-united and got to go on "vacation" before her time was up. I had pressed for this to happen because we had come so close to losing Simba. I never dreamed that Nyla would go on before him. I am ever thankful to all of you who made her life the best it could be, and who worked so hard in the end to keep her comfortable until it was time to let her go.

 

Hi, I’m Carole Baskin and 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.  

 

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 and is my opinion.

Cypress the Wild Bobcat Dies

It is always hard to say "good bye" to one of the cats who has graced our lives, but some are harder than others. I know I made the right choice in saying it was time to let her go, but her eyes will haunt me for a long, long time. I'll never forget that look when she thought she was drowning. Now I am drowning in the sorrow of having failed her. Hopefully her brief life will have touched some hearts out there who will become a voice for her and others like her.

 

Her story is here:  http://bigcatrescue.org/cypress/ It reads a little weird below because the text was illustrated with dozens of photos on the web page. 

 

January 4, 2014 9:28 am a call comes in from Bob Strouse who reports that a bobcat has been struck by a car and has dragged herself off the road at Cypress Gardens Boulevard and Hwy 27 in Winter Haven, FL.  He has called Animal Control, a local rehabber and several vets, but no one will come help the bobcat.

 

I told the caller I would start heading his way and asked him to see if the bobcat was still alive.  I loaded up the Toyota Tundra, that our Facebook fans helped us win, with nets, carriers and other tools to catch the bobcat.  I lost precious time doing that so we really need to buy some BIG nets, falconry gloves and dog size carriers to keep in the Tundra for such emergencies.

 

I tried hard not to speed, because the last thing I needed was to waste precious time over a speeding ticket, but I knew from Bob’s voice that he was clearly upset that the cat was so close to traffic and so close to disappearing into the brush on the side of the road, on the other side of a barbed wire fence.  Meanwhile he had called his wife, Lauree Strouse, to bring a big blanket and a carrier.

 

When I arrived on the scene there were 3 trucks and 3 people, including Bob and Lauree Strouse and their friend Shawn Patterson, between the 4 lane highway and the barbed wire fence, where the bobcat had dragged herself to evade capture.  I had suggested throwing a blanket over her so that she would feel safe, but the brush on the other side of the fence was so thick that it had been impossible to do.

 

When these kind motorist and I circled around her she managed to drag herself with just her front paws through that muck to the other side of the tree.  When we stepped into that freezing cold, black murky water we sunk up to our knees.  It was like quicksand and I could feel myself being sucked down deeper with each step toward the bobcat.  The muck was so thick it sucked our shoes right off so we were “running” barefoot, in slow motion.

 

On the other side of the tree the bobcat had gotten into water over her head.  Her look of determination turned to horror as she realized that no matter how fast she paddled with her front legs she was sinking fast.  She looked back at me with the most pitiful look as she was about to be sucked below the surface.  Tears for her terror welled in my eyes as I lunged forward through the tree reaching out as far as I could shove the net through that tangle of branches.

 

She seized one last gulp of air before the net came up under her and lifted her out of the water.  Bob said rather incredulously to me, “You’ve obviously done this before!”  What he didn’t know, and I couldn’t possibly explain in that moment, was that only angels could have guided that net through the brush, under the bobcat and lifted her to safety.  I am not that good and certainly, at age 52, not that strong.

 

Now I had her sitting like a fish in the net and any bobcat who has ever been in my net that way has quickly clamored over the edge and out.  I needed to flip the net up vertically so she would be trapped in the bag end of the net with the barred rim holding the bag closed, but I was stuck, up to my knees in mud, leaning full forward on the tiny branches of the tree and couldn’t imagine how I was going to stand up.

 

If the branches broke, I was going to fall face forward onto this litt

We Hire a Republican Lobbiest

 

Big Cat Rescue hired a Republican lobbyist, Jason Osborne to assure Republicans that this is a bipartisan bill where everyone can agree that big cats don’t belong in backyards and basements. Howie had met him and gave he and his family a tour during the Republican Convention when it was in Tampa as Jason was the Director of External Affairs for the 2012 Republican National Convention.  He was also the Senior Federal Liaison for the National Rifle Association (NRA) from Aug 1999 - Jan 2006 and was responsible for NRA-related issues before the U.S. Senate and House Appropriations and Budget, Ways and Means, Finance Committees, Department of Homeland Security, Department of Justice, and the Office of Management and Budget.  This guy knew some Republicans and was loved by the NRA so he could reach the other side of the aisle for us on this issue that he really cared about; which was protecting tigers. 

 

Every one of our Republican co sponsors since then has been by our combined efforts as most of the other Big Cat Coalition members just don’t have good relationships with Republicans due to their campaigns against the farmed animal industry.

 

Hi, I’m Carole Baskin and 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.  

 

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

 

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Tribute to Sasha Lioness

What started out as a simple procedure to remove a mass from her face seemed to all be going great.  She had good respiration, good steady heartbeat, and we were all done and suturing up a little spot on her tongue, where another abrasion and lump had been found, when she stopped breathing.  Dr. Wynn and Dr. Boorstein administered CPR and injections to the heart to try and bring her back, but she was gone.  They are doing a necropsy now to try and determine the cause.  Already they have discovered that her lungs were riddled with tumors.  At nearly 20 years of age, Sasha is the oldest lion we have ever had.

 

Lioness Sasha has been declawed (and very badly, at that) and defanged) so she struggles to eat. We provide a soft diet for her, but without her teeth it is hard to hold the food and even hard to contain her tongue. You will often see her with her tongue hanging out as a result.

 

A Lion Pride of a Different Stripe

 

It took the combined efforts of USDA, undercover agents and concerned citizens seven years to shut down Diana McCourt (aka Cziraky) and her Siberian Tiger Foundation. It wasn’t until her landlords, Donnalynn and Christian Laver were able to evict her from the property that Knox County was able to seize the six cats who had been used for years as props in Diana McCourt’s “tiger training” scheme.   By the end of the ordeal eye witnesses said that the cats were starving and they still have inadequate shelter from the elements.

 

Even though McCourt lost her USDA license to operate the tiger-tamer camp in 2000, and permanently in 2006, she still continued to charge people to come into her back yard in Gambier, OH and pet the adult lions and tigers.   The cats would often be chained down so that people could touch them or have their photos made with the cats.   To make the cats more pliable McCourt had their teeth and claws removed. (Joseph still has his canine teeth) Despite the abusive violations to their bodies and mobility, the USDA investigation included eight allegations of attacks on visitors in an 8 month period.http://youtu.be/kIVp21JQJs4

In May of 2007 Diana McCourt emailed Carole Baskin asking if she could move her operation to Tampa and bring her cats to Big Cat Rescue.  Our response was that her cats were welcome here but her brand of animal abuse was not.  By August McCourt had been evicted and Knox County was awarded custody of the four tigers and two lions.  Dean Vickers, the State Director for the Ohio branch of the HSUS contacted Big Cat Rescue and asked if we could take the cats, but six more big cats increases our annual budget by $45,000.00. 

 

When Sarabi, our lioness died, her half acre enclosure was opened up so that Nikita our only other lioness could have the run of both half acre enclosures.  This large enclosure has an open roof and is only suitable for lions because they don’t climb, or very old, declawed tigers, who would be unable to climb.  Taking on two lions, age 9 and 13, who have a 20 year life expectancy means a cost of $15,000.00 annually and $150,000.00 in the long run.  Lions often end up in canned hunts, especially males who are coveted as wall trophies, so we felt certain our donors would help us rescue these two cats.  Our board convened and agreed that the lions would be rescued as soon as we could make travel arrangements for them.

 

Calling with the good news, that at least the lions would be spared, we were told by the landlord, who has been caring for the cats since evicting Diana McCourt, that the male tiger, Nikita, would be heartbroken that his best friend in the world, Joseph the lion, would be leaving.  As the conversation unfolded it appears that for the last 13 years, two tigers and two lions have shared a cage.  (Joseph only coming along in the past 9 yrs)  Instead of being elated for the lions, we now felt sick that they would be separated from the only pride (albeit tigers) they had ever known.  And thinking about how th

2013 Annual Report

 

With your help we are winning in the battle for compassion! Up until 2003 the number of requests for rescues we had to turn down due to lack of space or funds had roughly doubled each year, to 312 that year. We feared it would double again to over 500 in 2004. Instead, it has steadily declined since then thanks to the passage of a federal bill and several state bills that restrict the ownership of exotic cats. This year there were “only” 37 big cats who came to our attention as being abandoned. We were able to take in 9 wildcats plus 2 rehab bobcats. We offered to take 10 of the cats who were leopard size or smaller if their owners would contract to never own another exotic cat.  The cats we did not take were those whose owners refused.

 

There is no point to our taking in cats just so an owner can go buy another cute cub and later discard it.   We did not have enough Senior Keeper staff to take on more lions or tigers than the ones we have.

 

Animal Care:  Rescued 9 exotic cats, including Nala the Serval, Skipper & Gilligan the Canada Lynx, Ginger the Serval, Mary Ann, Thurston & Lovey the Bobcats, JoJo the Caracal Serval hybrid and Reise the Cougar.

 

Rehabbed and released 4 native bobcat kittens;  Gator, Copter, Khaleesi and Fencer.

 

Newborn kittens who are brought to Animal Control are routinely killed because with their immature immune systems they do not survive in the shelter environment.  So we began a foster kitten program with our interns as the fosters.  We have saved more than 70 kittens from being killed.  We raise them until they are 2 pounds and healthy, then bring them to the Humane Society of Tampa Bay to be fixed and adopted out.  See some very cute kitten video here:http://youtu.be/4yMMudueBow

and see cute cats meeting the vet here:http://youtu.be/lfXyynkYmfc

Bought 9 more acres for quarantine and native wildlife rehab.

 

Installed a new solar systemhttp://youtu.be/leiZPwsd1sA

By the end of this year, 92 of our 111 exotic animals are over the age of 12; 76 of those are over the age of 15; and 19 of those are over the age of 20. This is well beyond how long they are designed to live in the wild and much older than most zoo cats. This is a testament to the excellent animal care we provide, but we are dealing with many more age related illnesses and are losing more of our big cat friends every year.

 

2013 was a big year for expanding our big cat enclosures.  We built our largest ever enclosure and dubbed it the Vacation Rotation Enclosure.  This 2.5 acre cat-a-tat includes a pond, fountain, trees, forts and three safety areas for storms.  We had to construct a number of above ground tunnels to move cats to and from nearby enclosures so they could “rotate” through the new enclosure, and we had to make significant improvements to those nearby cages. Two of them being were torn down and rebuilt from scratch so that all of our tigers, no matter how frisky, could be cycled through the Vacation Rotation area safely.

 

Sadly we had to say “goodbye” to these great cats:  Willow the Siberian Lynx who was 18, Ty the Serval who was 20, SARMOTI the Tiger who was 20, Rose the Caracal who was 16, Shaniqua the Jungle Cat who was 19 and Bella the Tiger who was 17.

 

We never gave up on Precious the Bobcat after her strokehttp://youtu.be/ZY3IQuKAWwM

Award Winning Sanctuary

 

 

• Top Rated Non Profit at Great Non Profits

• We have received this award every year since they started awarding it in 2010 due to the many great reviews we get from visitors and donors each year.

• We again received Charity Navigator’s highest four star rating.

• Dalton Agency Contest

• We won a cash prize and pro bono professional video in this national online voting contest thanks to our dedicated supporters who voted daily.

• WEDU Nonprofit of the Year awards

• We are a finalist in the Best Use of Video category for this annual contest held by our PBS Station thanks again to our passionate supporters voting online.

Please don't buy me gifts for the holidays!  

There is only one thing that you could do differently for me, that would really make me happy, and that is to start using the automated tour on the iPads and iPhones.  It pains me to walk around and overhear so many tours giving information that is wrong or not the best use of the short amount of time we have to educate our visitors.  I've ignored it because I know how impossible it is to remember the stories of 100+ cats and work in all of the issues that we need to cover.  That's why I have spent so much time trying to make the automated tour something that will work, regardless of which cats show up for your tours.  It will need some tweaking, but we can't do that until it has been thoroughly tested by all of you, so please watch the video and take your own smart phones, with the free Big Cat Rescue app, or one of ours, out for a test run to get used to navigating and pressing the buttons.  I would like the vast majority of our tours to be the automated tour so seeing you do this by Christmas would really make this my best Christmas ever.

 

I am in the process of tallying up the number of calls we got last year about exotic cats in need of rescue but think it was well under 30 and most were failing "sanctuaries".  As 9 more states have passed bans, and momentum has been gaining for our federal bill, the bad guys aren't breeding and discarding as many cats as in years past.  Just 10 years ago we had to turn away 312 big cats in a single year and that number was doubling every other year.  A lot of that progress was due to YOUR efforts to end cub handling at malls.

 

In 2013 we lost 6 cats; Willow Siberian Lynx, Ty Serval, SARMOTI Tiger, Rose Caracal, Shaniqua Jungle Cat and Bella Tiger but rescued 12 cats, including King Tut Savannah Cat, Nala Serval, Skipper & Gilligan, Ginger the Canada Lynx, Mary Ann, Thurston, Lovey, Fencer & Khaleesi the bobcats, JoJo Caravel, and Reise Cougar.

 

We have purchased 9 acres NW of our corner, touching our border back by Jade and Armani the leopards and today are contracting to buy 4 acres along our southern border.  Investing in the real estate around us is a better use of funds than the dismal return on CDs and gives us room to expand.  We need to be prepared for displaced cats after the bill passes, although state bans have never resulted in a spike of abandoned cats. It doesn't make sense to spend resources building cages and taking in more cats as long as we haven't addressed the root issue, which is cubs being bred for pay to play and then discarded.  Please know that you are changing history and will be remembered as the Big Cat Rescuers who made the world a better place for captive and wild exotic cats.  This was the story time section of the volunteer newsletter.

 

Hi, I’m Carole Baskin and 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.  

 

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 and is my opinion.