Big Cat Rescue – Tampa FL
This week Advocacy for Animals presents a first-person account by Carole Baskin, the founder and CEO of Big Cat Rescue, a Florida sanctuary for more than 100 unwanted and rescued lions, tigers, cougars, and other big cats. We think you will find her story compelling.
I never set out to start a sanctuary. It happened partly by accident, then largely through a process of evolution.
In 1992 my late husband and I were at an exotic animal auction buying llamas when a man walked in with a terrified six-month-old bobcat on a leash. He said she had been his wife’s pet and that she didn’t want her any more. We brought her home and called her Windsong. I adored her and she generally responded in the ways we expect a pet to do. But one of the traits that makes exotic cats bad pets is the tendency to bond to one person and be jealous of or aggressive toward others. She wouldn’t tolerate my husband, so he decided to buy and hand-raise one or more bobcat kittens of his own.
In 1993 he located a place in Minnesota that sold bobcat and lynx kittens and we drove there with my 12-year-old daughter and her little friend to look at them. What we found was a “fur farm.” While they sold a few cubs each year as pets, their main business was raising them for a year and then slaughtering them to make coats.
The cats were in cages that were several inches deep with layers of fur and feces. The flies were so thick in the metal shed that we had to put hankies over our faces just to breathe without inhaling them. On the floor was a stack of partially skinned bobcats, Canada lynx, and Siberian lynx. Their bellies had been cut off, as this soft, spotted fur is the only portion used in making fur coats. I was so stunned by the sight that I was numbed and in denial of what I had just seen.
There were 56 kittens and we asked if there was that big of a market for them as pets. We were told that whatever did not sell for pets would be slaughtered the following year for fur.
In horror and disbelief I looked at my husband. I couldn’t speak. I had never heard anything so heartless and now the pile of dead cats in the corner hit me with the reality of a freight train.
This was at a time when protesters were spray-painting people wearing fur coats and wearing fur was becoming “politically incorrect.” Business was not good and probably looked to the breeder like it might stay that way. I believe this is why, after we first offered to buy all 56 kittens and later agreed to buy all of his cats if the breeder would agree to discontinue making cats into coats (he still had mink, fox, and others), he agreed.
We bought every carrier, basket, tool box, or bucket that you could put a cat in and bales of hay for nesting for the ride from Minnesota to Florida. As my husband drove, the rest of us tended to babies that had to be fed every two hours for the next two months. It was many months later before any of us slept through the night because we didn’t know what we were doing and there was no one to turn to for advice. We dealt with every imaginable sickness and the increasing demands on our time from these carnivores that rely so heavily on their mothers for the first one to three years of life.
Initially we brought the cats to our home. Then we started building cages on the current site of the sanctuary, a 45-acre site nearby which we had obtained some years before in a foreclosure. That began years of long hours, hard work, learning, heartbreak over what we found many animals enduring, and evolving, often by trial and error, to the sanctuary as it exists today and continues to evolve.
People often ask if it is hard to start a sanctuary and it is not. What is hard is doing it in a way that doesn’t add to the problem. If you build it, they will come, so the biggest problem is saying “no.” I was fortunate in that my real estate business was capable of funding the sanctuary deficits during the first 11 years. There is a huge misconception by animal lovers that if they build it, someone else will finance it, and that isn’t how it works.
After 15 years of being involved in exotic cat rescue I have seen the fallout from much of this hopeful thinking. When people found out we had rescued the cats from the fur farm they started calling and asking us to take their lions, tigers, and leopards that they had foolishly bought as pets, when they were cute little cubs, but now did not want.
By 2003 we had to turn away 312 big cats that we did not have the finances to rescue for their 20-year lives, and every other year that number was doubling. We knew that if we couldn’t take them in they would almost always end up in miserable conditions or thrust back into the breeders’ hands to create more animals that would be discarded the following year as they matured.
It was heartbreaking to have to be turning away a big cat almost every day. It made all of the hard work we were doing to care for 100+ big cats seem pointless when the bad guys were increasing the number of suffering cats faster than we could raise money to save them. A bill had stagnated for six years in Congress that would have stopped a lot of the problem, but it is hard to get lawmakers to hear a bill about protecting big cats when there are so many other issues vying for their time. We used every opportunity to inform our volunteers and visitors about the importance of the bill and in December 2003 the Captive Wildlife Safety Act passed.
The Captive Wildlife Safety Act made it illegal to sell a big cat across state lines as a pet. There were a lot of parameters and the actual rules to enforce the law were not written by the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service until September 2007, but the breeders saw the handwriting on the wall, and many stopped breeding. (Coincidentally there have been record numbers of reported cougar sightings in areas where cougars have been extinct for 100 years since the ban passed in 2003.) The following year, instead of turning away what we expected to be 500-600 big cats, we “only” had to turn away 110. By 2007 that number dropped to 72 and it continues to decline as seven more states have banned the private possession of big cats and many more are cracking down on an industry that has been largely left to run wild.
Now, the number one reason for unwanted big cats is that they are used as props for edu-tainment, photo opportunities, and as a way to attract the public to zoos, pseudo-sanctuaries, and con artists who assure the public that the cats have been bred to save the species from extinction. None of these backyard breeders are involved in any real conservation efforts and there are no release programs for big cats because there is no appropriate habitat reserved for them. Cubs are bred, used, and then discarded as yearlings to well-meaning rescuers who love being able to help a big cat and who often post pictures of themselves petting the big cats silently saying to the world, “Do as I say, and not as I do,” while saying out loud, “These animals don’t make good pets.”
A couple years, and a hundred big cats later, they realize that they can’t rescue their way out. A rescue brings in money up until the day the cat gets to the sanctuary. After that donors and volunteers are usually looking for the next “feel good” event where they can rescue a cat. This lack of planning for the long term quickly reaches a tipping point. The animals already rescued begin to go without vet care and regular meals, and their cage space is filled with more and more big cats, often causing injuries and death. Before long the pseudo-sanctuary is calling around the country looking for someone to take all of their “rescues” off their hands. But there is no place for them to go.