For a time, Babou, the ocelot, wore a stone studded collar and accompanied the flamboyant Dali almost everywhere he went. Dali once said that she was “nothing more than a normal cat which he had “painted over in an op art design.”
I do not know its gender.
OCELOTS (Leopardus pardalis) are native to South and Central America.
- Ocelots are aka the dwarf leopards, painted leopards, and McKenney’s Wildcat.
- They are good swimmers and enjoy an occasional dip in the water.
- From 1972 to 1997, this sleek, smooth coating led to the ocelot’s status as an endangered species after thousands were killed and their fur sold at great expense.
Exotic pets belong in their natural habitat.
This one looks much happier.
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“Before hitting the high seas with your pet it’s important to plan ahead and always keep the best interests of your four-legged friend in mind. Boating with your pet can be a wonderful and bonding experience or a not so pleasant one. It’s all a function of proper planning and preparation.” more
The Owl and the Pussy-Cat went to sea
In a beautiful pea-green boat,
They took some honey, and plenty of money
Wrapped up in a five-pound note.
The Owl looked up to the stars above,
And sang to a small guitar,
“O lovely Pussy, O Pussy, my love,
What a beautiful Pussy you are,
What a beautiful Pussy you are!”
Pussy said to the Owl, “You elegant fowl!
How charmingly sweet you sing!
O let us be married! too long we have tarried:
But what shall we do for a ring?”
They sailed away, for a year and a day,
To the land where the Bong-tree grows
And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood
With a ring at the end of his nose,
With a ring at the end of his nose.
“Dear Pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling
Your ring?” Said the Piggy, “I will.”
So they took it away, and were married next day
By the Turkey who lives on the hill.
They dined on mince, and slices of quince,
Which they ate with a runcible spoon;
And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,
They danced by the light of the moon,
They danced by the light of the moon.
A poem by Edward Lear.