One of Timothy's(tiger cub) favourite amusements was to stalk anyone who would play with him, and so, when I came to live with Grandfather, I became one of the tiger's favourites. With a crafty look in his glittering eyes, and his body crouching, he would creep closer and closer to me, suddenly making a dash for my feet, rolling over on his back and kicking with delight, and pretending to bite my ankles.
He was by this time the size of a full -- grown retriever, and when I took him out for walks on the road would give us a wide berth. When he pulled hard on his chain, I had difficulty in keeping up with him. His favourite plcae in the house was the drawing-room, and he would make himself comfortable on the long sofa reclining there with great dignity, and snarling at anybody who tried to get him off.