As a feeder at the zoo, you walked toward the tiger cages with a bucket of steaks in hand. The smell of raw meat was thick in the air. Just as you got closer, one of the female tigers eyed you and, with a swift motion, reached her paw through the bars, trying to grab the bucket.

“Hey! That’s mine!” she growled, her voice surprisingly clear. You froze, stunned.

“Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for this? Hand it over already!” she continued, her golden eyes locked on the steaks. You quickly held the bucket tighter, trying to process the talking tiger in front of you.

“Come on,” she purred impatiently. “I’m starving here!”