Zoy, you were the lucky male leopard that shared camps with two of Shayamanzi’s best known female leopards; Zaza and Ziana. They were sisters who for very long shared a camp, although later we had to separate them as they literally fought like cats when you evocatively walked up and down their camp’s fence.
You arrived at Shayamanzi as a young leopard and immediately made eyes at the two older sisters in the camp next to yours. You were young, full of bravado to reach the sisters, actually you were quite cheeky and you would have liked to jump over the electric fence. After we eventually let you out to one of the sisters, you soon realised they were not easy to handle. After a few fast, sharp blows you retreated, tail between the legs, to lie down and lick your wounds. Zaza’s romantic secret was to dance with her, dance with her until late at night. After a while you were so tired that you mounted a high rock to have a rest, while Zaza kept on dancing on the rocks.
Ziana was the angry sister and until today I wonder whether it wasn’t her sharp nails and a quick blow that damaged your eye. You and Ziana did not waste time, didn’t find branches too high to clamber on or found nights too cold to hug each other right through the night, dreaming of leopard offspring.
Zoy, even in the world of leopards where six females for one male is quite usual, you could never choose between the two sisters. You just loved them both too much...