A tiger sits outside my bathroom. Separating us is a three-centimetre, double-laminated glass window. His gaze follows me as I gingerly tread across the bathroom floor. I brush my teeth, wash my face; our eyes trained on each other all the while. But soon he gets bored. Perhaps my grooming session isn’t intriguing enough. Yawning disinterestedly, he curls up and takes a nap.
In the neighbouring villa, a Malayan sun bear is the source of much excitement. He has stationed himself outside my friend’s room. Unlike the lazy tiger, the bear has a hobby: that of folding pieces of cloth. Using those he makes a snug bed for himself to laze on.
