i believe they call that a Ocicat. its a mix between an Abbysinian, Siamese and American Shorthair (usually silver tabby). That one looks like it got more of the Abbysinian gene pool.
Actually that concoction is a Savannah Cat, which is a cross between a house cat and an African Serval.
Actually that concoction is a Savannah Cat, which is a cross between a house cat and an African Serval.
what kind of house cat?
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Basically any domestic cat, with this wildcat that's not a house cat at all.
how did you hear about this type of cat? ive been looking into "hybrids" lately, but havent heard of that one yet.
wouldnt mixing it with any type of cat produce drastically different markings?
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Here's my grandma's cat. We call him Snackers. He just showed up one day and we, uh, he adopted us. This guy follows me all around the yard when I'm doing yard work. He's quite the gentleman with his tuxedo.
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My neighbors have one of these, and she's ancient, slow and decrepit. She loves to lie on my patio railing in the sun and watch birds. She never tries to hunt them, and I don't think she'd be able to catch one if it landed on her head.
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