Kerr shook her head. “No, Nick helps out. And of course some who perform with them.” She nodded in the direction of the larger cages which sat behind of the tents- out of view from the public. “Charles takes his horse out for day shows.” She gestured in the direction of the two horses. “Few from the cookhouse fetch eggs from the chickens and milk the goats.”
As they rounded the tent two cages came into view, each holding a large cat. A female tiger and male lion. The tiger was having a feast of coyote and the lion was gnawing in a bone from its own meal. “Trips are made into town weekly to pick up grub for them, but some of the rousties go out and hunt rabbit and stuff depending on where we are- helps save coin on feed.” Since the big cats tended to eat a lot. Even still, there never seemed to be an issue having food for them.
Kerr approached the tiger cage, the animal brushed up against it, bones of the coyote at its large feet. “This is Sheeba.” She introduced, somehow knowing that the big cat didn’t like her name. Which was why she tended just to use pet names when talking to her. “And this boy.” She moved around to the lion who chuffed in their direction, “Is King.” It felt very cliched, but King felt proud in his name. Or at least he acted that way.