Calm yourselves, the offending tiger was 1.5 months old, meaning the bite felt like a pinch and I pulled his face up and he still had hold of my skirt! Oops. No skin was broken and no hole in my skirt, so we were still friends after that:
Excuse me for being a sweaty mess. It is 99 degrees in this picture and I drove in an open air tuk tuk for 45 mins to get to this place, enjoying the sweet breeze of diesel fuels and burning forrest. Good times. In other news, how freaking adorable in this little guy?! I'm so not a cat person (highly allergic), but I thought he was worth the risk!