I don’t see Kavi anymore. He was released into a protected reserve two years ago. But I still dream of him—streaking across the savanna, a ribbon of sunlight and spots, free.
Over the weeks, Kavi became less of a subject to observe and more of a… friend. He’d rub his head against my shoulder like an oversized house cat. He’d chirp—yes, cheetahs chirp, like birds—when he saw me coming with his afternoon meal. Sometimes, he’d run just for the joy of it, his spotted body turning into a golden blur, then circle back to check if I’d seen. My Cheetah Friend
Most people see a cheetah and think: danger. speed. predator. I don’t see Kavi anymore
I used to, too. Until I met him.
He’s not my pet. He never was.
