Bengal’s are Beautiful and exotic cats that are adored by so many people around the world. With their graceful movements and unusual intricate markings its like having a part of the wild in your own living room. Staring up at you with their golden or green eyes since they are true Lap Leopards to be enjoyed by everyone of any age. In my findings these beautiful cats are every bit the same in behaviour as your average house cat with regular litter box habits. They are inquisitive, curious, and explorative and adapt well to other family pets. They have the exact nutritional and immunization requirements as regular domestic cats. Bengal’s are comparatively big cats with a short haired coat. Males can range from 18-25 lbs and females 7-15 lbs. The face has a feral look with small rounded ears and exotic facial features. With colors which range from Snow that are varying shade of white cream background with light brown pattern, to the Brown which is various degrees of Rufus, Golden, Light Brown to Black-Brown Carmel colors, and the new accepted colour the Silver which is a white back ground with a black pattern. There are various other degrees of colours not known yet which are Blues, Chocolates.
The Bengal Cat is a wonderful cat to own and love. They have wonderful temperaments while retaining beautiful exotics feral patterns and characteristic that is unique to just the Bengal Cats. These beautiful creatures have a few unique qualities for instance they love water and don’t have a problem jumping right into the shower with you. And they love to go on long walks on a leash or automobile rides to go shopping. Largely they love to be with people they are very social and like most cats they are extremely entertaining.
Bengal Cats range from exceptionally exotic being nearer in generation to their own hybrid ancestors The Asian Leopard Cat all the way to being domesticated with exotic markings.
The Bengal Cat is a cross from the Asian Leopard Cat and the domestic cat. This was done to preserve the effort of retaining the stunning beauty of the Asian Leopard Cat. The first three generations are called foundation cats. By the time they get to the fourth generation they’re considered SBT that is the domestic cat resembling characteristics of the Asian Leopard Cat. The first documented cross between the Asian Leopard Cat and the domestic cat in America is listed in 1963 by Jean Mill.
The Asian Leopard Cat is a tiny wild spotted cat, weighing about twenty pounds. The overall construct of the Asian Leopard Cat (Felis Bengalensis) is similar to a normal domestic cat, but with somewhat longer legs and a back. They have a fairly small head with a short narrow muzzle, big eyes and a thick tail. Since the Asian Leopard cat dwells in so many regions they’ve acquired many unique names such as the Javan cat, Wagati cat, Chinese cat or”money cat”, because of the -so called- stains resembling Chinese coins.
Here is a short Fictional narrative to explain where the Bengal Cat obtained its markings enjoy.
The Legend of the Marble Cat Deep, deep in the rainforest, a very long time ago, a jungle mother gave birth to six, perfect small kittens and the Spirit of the Forest was pleased. Four of them looked just like their mom, soft and golden and spotted all over, like tiny leopards, a blueprint designed by nature to hide them in the deep woods from fearful and ancient enemies who enjoyed kittens for lunch. The other two, however, were different. They, also, had coats as soft as velvet, but one of them was all gold, as bright as the sun and the other was as white as the full moon! Deep in the cave, hidden in the secret glen behind the waterfall, in the thickest part of the volcano in which the trailing orchids bloomed in a wild and vibrant profusion, Mother cared for her kittens and stressed. As the kittens grew and the day approached when they’d be venturing from the safety of the den, Mother began to council them in the ways of concealment: To Sunshine and Moonbeam she said:”Now, remember, until you’re grown and can run very fast, you must stay under leaves and vines so you’ll be concealed from above. Never venture into the open jungle unless you can sit in a spot of bright sunlight or a beam of the entire moon, for that’s exactly what you look like. To her seen children she said:”You also have to be cautious, but you might use the pattern of the forest floor as your camouflage. When stalking your prey, move only when they look away and when you freeze in position, your spots will help you to disappear in the sun dappled jungle. And so it was that the two kittens learned to conceal their distinctive beauty, venturing out from beneath the leaves and vines only infrequently, while their spotted sisters and brothers came and went as they pleased, carrying their concealment with them. The Spirit of the Forest was happy. One bright, sunny day, Mother took her four tiny leopards on a hunting lesson, warning Sunlight and Moonbeam to remain hidden until they returned. “I do not want to stay here all day.” Complained Sunshine,”Me either. I wish to watch Mother.” replied Moonbeam. “Why don’t we just creep from plant to plant and keep hidden. She won’t ever know we’re there.” suggested Sunshine. They went, excited to be on an adventure, and, being the good kittens they were, previous cautiously as well, recalling all of the lessons their mother had taught them. They could smell the odor of their family and followed it. They scampered on, constantly below the leaves of plants that are growing, while the sunlight painted beautiful, undulating patterns of deep colour in their bright coats. As their eyes adjusted to the pure sun, the kittens saw that they were at the edge of a brightly colored clearing, full of dry weeds and gold grasses. Up against a rock wall were their brothers and sisters, cringing in the presence of… Jackal! An extremely large Jackal! He was in between Mother and her kittens. Everybody knew Jackals eat kittens! Glancing back and forth between the kittens and their mother, Jackal sneered and boasted to her,”You know I’m going to get at least one of them, possibly even two. Why, I’ll be out of this with my lunch until you can reach me. They’re all so fat and yummy looking.” Under the cover of a leaf, Sunshine and Moonbeam looked at each other and passed a single thought between them. They silently circled the little clearing, keeping to the cover of the woods. Now they were on opposite sides of Jackal and entered the dry weeds. Softly. Quietly. Keeping as flat to the floor as the dry, dusty rocks, they inched toward their ancient enemy, every moving only when he turned his attention to gloat to Mother or frighten the kittens. As they neared the Jackal, Mother’s crouching posture shifted just slightly, subtlety. She couldn’t smell them because they had wisely placed themselves down wind of the enemy, but she could just barely see her bright and beautiful kids in the bright sunshine of the field! Intent on the kittens he had cornered, Jackal was unaware; he never knew what hit him. Jackal took half a step toward the frightened kittens suspended against the rock face and Wham! The ground before him erupted in a squalling, screaming fury of knives and teeth! Stunned and frightened, Jackal felt Mother’s teeth sink into his rear haunches and her claws stand his sides. Slashing, screaming demons were fastened to his head! Leaping madly about the clearing and crashing into trees and rocks, Jackal finally managed to dislodge his attackers and all he could see with the eye that was still open, was the tail end of Mother, as she disappeared into the jungle. Panthera, Tiger Lily, Orchid and Raven had been stunned by the apparently sudden appearance of their brother and sister, but wasted no time streaking past the besieged Jackal, into the security of the rainforest. Together, they ran swiftly through the jungle, to the safety of their hidden den, at the secret glen, behind the waterfall, at the thickest portion of the volcano in which the trailing orchids bloomed. It had been a miracle. Nothing needed to be said. Mother cleaned her kittens and purred them . There! They thought they could see the faint form of the Spirit of the Forest. They knew that it was she who had summoned them. Her voice was like the whisper of the leaves or perhaps the passing breeze, but the kittens could hear her clearly in their heads. This was odd, indeed. Not in the time of any ancestor they might remember, had anyone actually seen the Spirit of the Forest, but, strangely, they weren’t frightened. She spoke,”You are my children and I adore you. The Jackal is one of my children, but it was not his destiny to eat kitty for lunch today. You have performed a selfless act of incredible bravery and will be rewarded. I give you something you have always wanted, the gift of concealment.” To Moonbeam she said:”You are going to be a cat of the night: I bless you with the misty shadows of the leaves and vines, falling across your back by the light of the full moon. You’ll be able to pass by unnoticed in the night jungle.” To Sunshine she explained:”You’re to be a cat of the day, wearing the deep shadows of the leaves and twisting creepers across your body, allowing your glittering sunlit coat sparkle through in bits and swirls. You will be impossible to see in the jungle on a sunny day. The kittens stepped out from beneath the leaves they’d instinctively stood beneath and were amazed to find that their coats now had the patterns of the vines and leaves. As her image and voice began to fade, The Spirit of the Forest “From now on, your names will be Secret Sun and Hiding Moon. All of your unspotted descendants will be blessed with these marking too, to hide them safely in either sun or moonlight. I am pleased.” To this day, marbled kittens carry with them the patterns of their leaves and vines of the long ago jungle, the reward of their ancestors’ uncommon courage: the shadows throw them through the trees, by sunlight and the moonlight.