Being a cat mom to a small leopard, better known as a Bengal, is not an easy job or for the faint of heart. These cats are known to be high maintenance, but that idea doesn’t stop with their pretentious diet or their high level of energy. They will slowly invade every aspect of your life until you have no social life because your cat has a schedule to which you must adhere.
Bengals are the product of breeding a tabby house cat with a wild Asian leopard. The value of the cat is determined by his or her size, coloring, and spot pattern. It is rare to see a kitten of this breed sell for less than a thousand dollars.
Instead of seeking out a breeder, I waited for the universe to send a cat my way. In July of 2014, that cat appeared at a shelter after he was surrendered for having litter box issues—a problem that is common within his breed.
It took nearly a week to determine a name worthy of a majestic beast such as he. We settled on Sir Edward Anthony James Buchanan Pollmann II. We call him Bucky for short.
Based on his behavior after the adoption, his former owners never played with him, locked him in a bathroom, denied him water and food access, and physically abused him. My partner and I had to teach him how to interact with toys and that we would not hurt him if he made a mistake. It was a long recovery road, but now he lives his best life, even though he has an attachment issue with me.
I’ve never met another cat who has a complete mental breakdown every time their human leaves the room. He drives me insane, but I can’t imagine my life without him.
Bucky may have his faults and is far from perfect, but when he looks at me and meows like a small kitten before rubbing his face against my leg, that makes it all worth it.