Not that kind of Tiger Show...

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Here are a couple of pictures from the Tiger Temple in Thailand. I'll be writing more about it when I get a chance....



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  1. Lauren BellMarch 14, 2007 at 1:53 PM

    Oh my god -- they are SO beautiful!! Did you get to touch them? They are truly gorgeous. I can see why that monk is worshipping one. Can't wait to read about this magical place!

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  2. RamblingRolandMarch 14, 2007 at 4:45 PM

    Those kitties look very mellow. You must have had a very soothing effect on them.

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  3. AnonymousMarch 15, 2007 at 12:55 PM

    I look forward to reading more!
    MEOW..Michelle V

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  4. L@ur@March 15, 2007 at 4:26 PM

    hello woman !
    amaizing pics with the tiger...but come, take care cos its not a little dog ;-(
    really nice pics

    smiles
    Laura

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  5. AnonymousMarch 19, 2007 at 8:58 AM

    I love the tiger!!! He looks comfy even though he does have a big ole metal chain around his neck... and, what do I know? How could I tell a sad tiger from a happy one? He's not eating the monks... or the tourists... so I'm assuming he's well fed, hence happy, as predators go. Oye, and that woman you claim is from Turkey... she looks like cualquier vieja on 8th street... I'm gonna start fact-checking you.

    Loved the piece on St. Thomas... and HONEST girl. Props to honest girl. When will we see you at the nation's capital's sidekick (aka Baltimore) again? The cats are gettin on my nerves with: when is the reporter coming? Is it time for my close up? Is my hair fluffy? And, the old stand by... where's the food.


    Love,
    F.

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