I usually do not like to read reviews before I see a movie or television show, or even listen to an album. However, as we all sit home in our new reality (hopefully temporary), I can’t help but notice the amount of discussion and notoriety that are the phenomenon of Tiger King. Everywhere I look a mention of this series pops up and it’s impossible for me to ignore.
I am horrified by human beings who keep big cats in captivity and exploit them for whatever perverse reasons they feel justified. As much as I like to be in the know, I will not watch this. I am disturbed enough already and the idea of sitting through seven episodes of imagery where sentient beings are trapped in cages and put to work is too abominable to fathom.
More tigers are kept by humans then there are free in their natural habitat. I want to think people are better than this and would be aware of the suffering they cause, but, they aren’t. As interesting as the true crime element is in this story and how weirdly unique this cast of characters is, I still hate that someone would watch this and not feel horrible that this abuse is ubiquitous, occurring throughout the world. It’s a culture that I obviously can’t relate to and it hurts me that so many can.
As a soul level animal communicator I base my experience and intuition around the belief that animals choose to be with us. I communicate with many cats, dogs and horses who convey that concept to me and it makes total sense. However, it is challenging for me to believe that so many lions and tigers choose to be captured only to have their lives controlled by humans who like the idea of owning an exotic animal; like it gives the human a unique identity that makes them feel important in a mainly homogeneous environment.
It pains me to know of any abuse that exists. An antidote to this sadness and horror that’s been building is quarantining with my cat Bubby. She’s a small cat, but she’s the world to me.