Puma Enrichment (The Big Cat Sanctuary)
The Big Cat Sanctuary LifeStyle
At Smarden, in Kent, the Big Cat Sanctuary is set in the heart of the countryside.
Under the European Endangered Species Breeding Programme, the peace and tranquility of the site offer refuge and excellent conditions for the active breeding of beautiful but endangered cats, both large and small.
Peter Sampson and the Sampson family's vision was the Big Cat Sanctuary; they should be given immense credit for their passion and dedication to bring this dream alive and appreciation of their continuing support and passion for the charity.
Animal abusers dislike us because, by banning the private ownership of exotic cats, we are the main sanctuary committed to ending the violence at its core. In order to make people believe that we breed, purchase, sell, and encourage public interaction (just as they always do), these big cat abusers makeup lies or distort the facts. We've never owned tigers or lions. In 1994, our first kitten was born, and in 1997, we stopped breeding. There were a couple of incidents involving old cats and hybrids that we didn't think were fertile, but the last cat born here in 2001 was a leopard cat. Both of his parents were in their late teens and felt they were too old to breed. We have rescued more than 200 exotic cats as of 2015. There are 13 of us who were born here.
In 2003, we stopped allowing public contact. Only public interaction was permitted to show people who thought they wanted a wild cat as a pet, that all the cat wanted to do was pee on you. The same message didn't get through the sharing of those images online, so we stopped. Since it is dangerous and sends a negative message, we stopped allowing our workers to touch the cats in 2004. Sadly, many otherwise pretty good sanctuaries still want to show off that way and we feel it affects our attempts to avoid public communication.
As outlined in How We Started, the sanctuary began when the quest to buy a pet bobcat kitten unwittingly took us to a "fur farm" that sold a few cats as pets but raised them mainly to become fur coats. To save them from being killed, we purchased all 56 kittens.
We naturally turned to those we met, the breeders and owners of exotic animals, to learn how to care for the animals. Initially, under this influence, we believed what you would still hear from the breeders and owners today, i.e. that these cats should be privately owned to "preserve the species," that if properly raised and trained, they would make good pets, and that if you know how to treat them, they are safe. Given the much greater effort, she needed than a domestic cat, our own experience until then with Windsong, my original pet bobcat, had not clashed with these principles. But at that stage, she had not achieved maturity.
Our intention was to sell and give away as many of the fur farm kittens as we could to what we expected to be good homes, believing as we did that the cats were acceptable pets. There was no "profit" to be had, but the sales profits helped cover some of the thousands we had spent buying and now taking care of the cats.
The next four years were a period of tremendous work taking care of the cats, learning about their needs, learning about the world of exotic pet trading and ownership, learning about the wild problems that the cats face, and a gradual but drastic evolutionary shift in my thought and beliefs. The shift took place as our experience expanded. When my husband Don showed signs of mental decline, likely due to brain damage sustained years ago in a small plane crash, these years also became a time of personal struggle.
When we attended animal auctions, we found that taxidermists were many of the bidders. The animals that went for low prices will be bid on. These were usually the ones in the poorest shape. Then, before taking them home to ride, they would take them to the parking lot and club them to death. So we began outlawing them so that we could save the cats from that fate. The cats were usually in poor health. We'd nurse them back to health, then sell them to buyers who we hoped would be willing to give them good homes.
To keep them out of poor circumstances or save them from certain death, other cats were bought. For instance, at an auction where the owners were obviously feeding the curdled milk that she struggled to spit out, we first saw Sarabi the lioness as a five-week-old cub. We couldn't bear seeing her and we bought her.





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