Shasta raced ahead of his owners. Normally, John would be worrying about making it to all of the attractions on time, but now he was enjoying every minute of his time spent at the circus. He didn't mind the weird looks and laughter that accompanied him; he was a circus tiger, so he liked the attention. He pounced into the animal exhibit, scaring some elephants. He could hunt them down if he wanted to, but he knew that the good food was inside his cage.
He rushed down some hallways, and finally arrived at the tiger enclosure. He saw an open door with his name on it, and stepped through. His cage was nice and roomy. There was plenty of straw to sleep on, and two bowls for food and water. He realized that one was filled with cat food, and the other had water in it. He dived in, enjoying the snack, and purred loudly. Next, Shasta went over to the corner and took care of business. For some reason, he thought this wasn't quite right, but he quickly pushed that thought out of his mind. He was a tiger; of course he used the ground as his restroom. Shasta yawned and collapsed on the pile of hay. Even though John was normally uptight, Shasta was more laidback, and when he wanted to take a cat-nap, he took a cat-nap. He idly wondered when his owners would catch up to him as he closed his eyes.