Next door, in one of the pens was her father. A Royal White Bengal Tiger. The King of the tigers.Tygo. Sita, like me, carried the white gene and if she mated with either male that was on our other side,who like her father were both Royal White Bengal Tiers there would be a chance of a white tiger cub.On our other side were three Royal White Bengal Tigers. Not related, they’d just been handraised together.Rewa. The Queen of the Royal White Bengal Tigers was the only female. She was a wind upmerchant alright. She wound the boys up. Abu was one of the males. He won the fights with the othermale Jahdu, who always, always seemed to get hurt. I just hoped they wouldn’t fight too much in front of my baby.We had visitors to the park one day, Sita was about four months old. She still had blue eyes. Shehad grown too. Just below the top of my legs I think. Perhaps a bit smaller.At the end of the visit I was lay down beside the bars, playing with my daughter when Craig andthe two men came to see us. Me and the newest resident in the park.I accepted their company quickly and let them pet me through the bars, but Sita. She waspractically stood on me. She wanted to be centre of attention. They accepted her quickly and she didn’tstop until they left. It definitely showed who she was.Time moved on. Sita grew and her eyes changed to brown, they glowed. She was wilder, biggerand stronger, and more affectionate.She was bold with our neighbours and didn’t run away when they came to the bars or whenJahdu and Abu started fighting. She roared in return now and rubbed herself against the bars when shedared.She was what I thought her brother would be like, but a female version. A very beautiful version.Soon she was eight months old and still growing. Craig went to Africa then. A whole monthwithout him, a whole month of madness.By madness I mean madness. Sita was crazy, wild, confident, the most since she was born. Westill held a close bond but she was ahead of time.Sita used me as her prey when she started to learn to hunt. She would pounce on meunexpectedly. Off the box, from around the corner. Everywhere. It was too bad Craig couldn’t see her.I put her in her place though, pushing her away, or down whichever was easier. If she’s jumpedon me off the box I’d automatically lift my paw and push her down. She learnt in time.When Craig returned with two loin cubs I was pregnant again, Tygo was the father again. Wehad to call the vet to check, but I didn’t notice, and neither did Sita, we went on living our life.Instead of the hoses to soak us Craig had ordered three troughs, one for each pen. Sita inspectedours, the round, big thing, that’s what she called it. But she wasn’t sure about it. One look and I knewthat it was water. I went over to help and show Sita. I climbed in with my daughter after me and we had aball in the trough, and Sita had her first swim.