Cat - Fishing Cat

Save 5% on orders over $75 at Only Natural Pet Store! Use coupon code CJ75. Fishing Cat is another unique example of the great abilities and diversities of the cat family. Found in a range extending from Indochina, Pakistan, India, Sri Lanka, Sumatra and Java it inhabits mainly water bound areas including rivers, mangrove swamps, creeks and thickets up to a height of five thousand feet. Somewhat similar to other wild cats of this size, the Fishing Cat has a broad head, short tail and sturdy built. Coat is marked by dark spots that may form stripes over spine. Ears are short and round while the nose is of a flattened appearance. Feet are somewhat webbed that enables the Fishing Cat to maintain a degree of traction on slippery muds, though it is now believed the webbing is not of any extraordinary extent. Claws are semi-retractable - again probably an adaptation for a greater hold on the surface. Size varies according to the distribution of the felid. The Indian Fishing Cat is bigger with length around four feet and weight approximately twenty five pounds, whereas the Indonesian cats, in the southeastern part of the cat's overall global range, are smaller with an average length of three feet and weight nearing twelve pounds. Prionailurus Viverrinus, the Fishing Cat is a hunter mostly of aquatic animals, specializing in fish, frogs, mollusks and snakes. At the same time it does not spare terrestrial prey including rodents, deer, goats, dogs and even small wild boars! The opportunistic cat has also been known to go after birds and kills of other predators. Solitary cats, they come in unison for mating primarily. Pregnancy lasts around two months after which a litter of one to five kittens is born. They are weaned off after half an year at the most and gain independence after one year of age. Lifespan is generally around ten to twelve years in captivity. The author is a blogger about cats and an expert on fishing cat. Learn more about cats here: http://ailurophiles.blogspot.com Article Source:http://EzineArticles.com/?expert=Omer_Ashraf Cat - Does Your Cat have a Bad Habit? I once had a cat named Rex who had all kinds of bad habits. But his worse bad habit was that he would stay out to all hours of the night and when he did come home he smelled of female feline and catnip. I didn't know what kind of trouble he was getting into but it worried me. One night I decided to follow him to see exactly what he was up to. I figured if I knew what he was up to I could perhaps save him from himself. The night I chose to follow Rex the moon was full so I had a good view of everything. He immediately left the house and walked about 5 blocks away to a dark and strange alley. As I followed him into the alley I noticed that there was a long fence and on the fence sat about 20 tomcats. My Rex joined the other cats on the fence by hopping up and sitting next to the last cat in line. Then the row of cats began to sing - and they sung in tune! I couldn't believe my ears. It was like a karaoke bar for cats. I believe they were singing that Sinatra song 'I Did it My Way'. It was beautiful the way they sang. They sounded like a choir. As the sound of the tomcats singing filled the alley a flock of female cats soon moved in. They gathered around and listened to the tomcats like they were rock stars. And when I looked at my cat - Rex - I had never seen him happier. He had a big grin on his face the size of a pizza. No wonder he was staying out to all hours of the night. If you were a cat wouldn't you? But soon crept in the unsavory cats. You know the type - always scratching themselves like they had a monkey on their backs. It didn't take me long to realize they were pusher cats. Selling nickel bags of catnip to who ever they could. It was more than I could take. I had to leave. I didn't want to see my Rex all glassy eyed and strung out. To make a long story short one night my Rex never came home. Nor the night after that nor the night after that. It was on the 6 o'clock news that I next saw him. There he was with the rest of the tomcats being rounded up by the police like he was a common criminal. He looked horrible - there were bags under his eyes and he needed a shave. I found out later that he was doing time at the Humane Society. I bailed him out but poor Rex had formed a bad habit. He was gone the next day. I don't know where. Probably back to the rock star and catnip life he craved so much. And there is a moral to this story for any of you kittens out there reading this article. A little catnip now and then is okay but it can be addictive. Do you want to end up like Rex - a cat with a monkey on its back? (c) All rights reserved