We were sitting on the newspaper the other day when we noticed there was a new cat in town. Carlos the ocelot lives in Pembrokeshire at Folly Farm. Not ginger, but spotty. In his dreams he wanders through emerald forests, climbing tall twisted trees, chasing snakes while coloured parrots scream out warnings. In our dreams we leap through the trees with him, wild and wonderful.
He is not ginger, but dapple spotted like the shaded glades in forests.
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How beautiful and yet how truly wild. To be able to stroke him would be an honour hard won, I suspect. The look in his eyes is amazing. It commands respect for him.
I hope he's happy there so far from his home.
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