I’ve always had a soft spot for jaguars. Not soft enough to get up close and personal, I can’t really place my trust in a wild and probably hungry cat that’s a lot bigger than most dogs I’ve met, but I have deep admiration for these dappled creatures of the jungles. (I like dappled things too, but that’s a tale for another day).
Now I find that jaguars can come in black! How perfect is that?
If you look closely you can see the spotty bits under the coat of that black cub, a combination of the striking tawny gold with the sheer beauty of eye-boggling black.
Most jaguars are a golden tan or orange with distinctive black spots which are more like squares. Sometimes these dark patches are called “rosettes”, apparently because they’re shaped like roses. I’ve never seen a rose like this but who am I to judge?
Jaguars have coats of many colours for camouflage. They can blend in perfectly with the background.
Beautiful coats! And what happens to cats with beautiful coats? People kill them.
I would have thought that in the 21st century people had access to a large range of natural fibres to wrap around their naked bodies. Fibres in all piles of thickness and in all the colours of the rainbow. What’s wrong with people?