This is Raja, our new kitty, at about 10 weeks old. He's a Bengal, and before you get on my case about how terrible it is to buy fancy breeds when there are poor, homeless kitties in need of rescue— chill. This was Mike's crazy idea, not mine. And since Mike doesn't ask for much, I figured if he wanted a cat that was five generations down from a snow leopard then by gum, who was I to stop him?
Having said that, this is pretty much the coolest cat that ever was: he was so well cared for and socialized as an infant that he bonded with us immediately, he loves riding in the car, is cool as a cuke at the vet, and has a spotted jungle-cat belly that is to die for. Oh, and get this— Bengals love the water! Have you ever heard of such a thing? Raja already peeks his head in the tub when I'm in the shower, and our the breeder said to watch out: when they're older they will jump in the bathtub with you and splash water all over the place. Craziness, right?
We were so pleased with our experienced with Alexander Bengals I definitely wanted to give them a shout out. We could tell right away that the breeder truly loved their kitties and treated them with exceptional care. if you're in the Western North Carolina area and you're looking for Bengals, well, there you go.
As for the name... I'm kind of ashamed to admit that we got "Raja" from a Disney move. Ugh, how lame is that? We were watching Aladdin on TV, and I guess the tiger's name is Raja, and it just kind of stuck. Sorry, kitty. Naming things has always been tricky business for me. I'm still trying to convince some people that I didn't name our son after the lead character in Rushmore.
I really didn't.
