Skipper’s Post:

You don’t need anything more than the photo above to know that the new “cat” is actually a baby jaguar! Look at those evil eyes! And it’s claws are all dripping blood. Plus, it’s orange! And it has spots!

Okay, I might have doctored those photos a little bit. You know jaguars have great camouflage, right? Sometimes you have to adjust the image to bring out it’s true colors. But that is what he really looks like! See the bloody mouth and claws? That is probably capybara blood! Not mine. Not yet.

Personally, I think MelT is color blind, she thinks I am, but now there is evidence that it’s her. Apparently she can’t see orange. Or blood-red. It’s frightening to think she could bring a jaguar into our home and not even know it!

If this animal is going to live with us — and I hope all of us stay alive — I’m going to have to befriend it. It’s nice to see that it eats cat food as well as capybaras. I hope the cat food satiates it even when it gets big. Anyway, even a jaguar wouldn’t eat its friends, would it? (That’s a real question, please answer with a comment. This is life and death!)

I have heard that in some human cultures, people cannot kill each other if they have shared a meal. I am really, really, really hoping that works for jaguars too. I’m sharing its meal in the photo. Do you think it has to share my meal for the taboo to work? (That’s a real question, please answer with a comment. This is life and death!)

It likes to show its teeth. Usually they are caked with blood but the hard cat food scrapes it off. Do those teeth grow as the jaguar grows? (That’s a real question, please answer with a comment. This is life and death!)

I don’t know who Will Robinson is, but this is something that MelT says sometimes. I figured it is appropriate. The cats, Driftwood and Mamba, don’t think they’re at risk because jaguars are also cats. I’m afraid they might not know what they are talking about. Won’t a jaguar it a cat? (That’s a real question, please answer with a comment. This is life and death!)

Do you think I can hide in the fireplace? It smells sooty in here. Maybe jaguars hunt by scent and the soot will disguise me? (That’s a real question, please answer with a comment. This is life and death!)

I thought I would close this post with a photo of me. This might be the last one to ever be taken of me alive. I don’t know if MelT will have a funeral for me because that’s not her way. She’ll probably leave me out in the pasture of the vultures and the coyotes. That’s if there’s anything left after the jaguar gets done, it’s small but it has an appetite. So maybe you could hold a candlelight vigil and think back to better days.

Farewell!