And then one day, our lives changed again – we were now 'too big' to be loved by humans, but we could walk with them. This made them happy in another way. Our caretaker always had a big stick with which to keep us in line if we became too cheeky. Sometimes he would poke it straight into the soft skin under our paws when we swiped at him in frustration, and he even poked us in the mouth sometimes. We must have been very cheeky to deserve that, and we know that he was only doing it for our own good. So that the humans could keep on loving us.
At this stage, we were on meat. We stayed in a bigger camp when we graduated to walking with humans, and our caretakers would come in and throw meat off the back of the truck to us. We missed the fun of stalking and running after prey, although we didn't know it at the time.
When I was too big to be walked, so that it was unsafe for humans, I was put into an enclosure on my own for the first time. I missed my friends, but they were in another camp where lots of cars would drive through and stop to take pictures. The humans must have loved them more, because they didn't come to play with me anymore. One day, when I really wanted a friend, a strange male lion was let into my camp. I was very happy, because I had a friend now. He stayed with me for about three months, and I felt something was different in my body. Just after that, I suddenly had babies! Oh, the joy of new life... I loved them more than my own life, and would absolutely kill anyone who dared come close. Even their daddy sometimes got the sharp end from me! When my four babies were nursing and then sleeping against my soft mommy-fur on my belly, I was the happiest lion in the whole world! The humans were very happy too – smiling and taking lots of pictures!