Only the taxidermied kind
Between Agra and Jaipur my parents and I spent a day in Ranthambore National Park, ostensibly the home of many tigers. We woke up really early (an ongoing theme of my northern India vacation) and rode around the park in a very bumpy jeep with an inadequate supply of blankets. No big cats to speak of, but lots of cool birds and two different species of deer, as well as some crocodiles and a coyote an Indian wolf (thanks, Ji). So I felt pretty satisfied. (If I had woken up at 5am two days in a row and still not seen any tigers, then I would probably have been cranky about it.) We also shared our jeep with Violet and Reg, the archetype of very English pensioners. I wish I could do a proper character sketch of the two, but suffice to say they were both exasperating and incredibly charming at once.
I uploaded a whole set of my favorite critter photos from the park.
