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Wait a minute…
I'm not quite sure what tiger cubs are, but my reflection of the water doesn't look like a tiger. I can't believe that I walked all day next to a river and at no time did my reflection occur to me. I don't look like a tiger, my ears are not at the corners of my head they are much more centered, they are quite firm and raised. I also have a row of black raised hair. Although my face looks like that of an animal from the feline family, I have kind of protruding beard on my jaw. I am not a tiger, I am something else.
But that is not what surprises or worries me. The real problem is my eyes. They are shiny gold and in my stay in the forest, I did not see any animal with that kind of eyes. Maybe that's the reason the human decided to raise me as his pet. I feel that my eyes mean something and if I want to survive in this world I need to know its meaning while I was distracted by my thoughts, the human carried me back to his hut, I would like to tell him that I know how to walk alone and that he does not need to carry me all the time. If there is one thing I hate, it is depending on the others. I have always tried to be as independent as possible. Although, I love that they pamper me and I love people do things for me but, in the end, I always hope to be able to do the same as others and I despair when I need someone's help to carry out some action.
I guess I will miss a little my life as a wild animal, the total independence I had with it, and the feeling of triumph in obtaining each little rabbit hunt or observing that another day has passed and I managed to survive. I lost all that as a pet, but I hope that in the future I will regain that freedom.