We’re not sure if he actually was a true Bengal because he didn’t really act like one, but he had a beautiful striped coat and looked suitable exotic. He lived across the street, mostly outside.
For some reason, he and Zach had a special bond and would wait for each other to come out and play. We’d often see them on the driveway, communing.
Alas, the Bengal was hit by a car today on our normally quiet street. Very sad.