Wow! Cats can make friends with just about any kind of animal you can think of. Not bad for an arch-predator. But let me add one caveat:
If you have a pet chameleon, do not let him climb onto your cat. Even a little chameleon has a grip of iron–they need it!–and your cat will not enjoy the experience. If you don’t believe me, let your chameleon climb up your bare arm and see how you like it. (Hint: you won’t.)
I’d be leery about letting my cats play with mice or hamsters, but maybe that’s just me.
Jambo, everybody! Mr. Nature here–I had to chase Dr. Credulous out of my chair.
I remember the first time I had chameleons and dumped an order of live crickets, dusted with vitamin powder, into the cage. Zap! Zap! Zappity-zap! All gone, in a matter of minutes.
I don’t know why, but something about Nancy Pelosi talking about having to “capture kids while they’re in high school” brought to mind hungry chameleons capturing defenseless crickets. But chameleons are an awful lot cuter.
Eyes in turrets that can focus independently, firmly anchored by a prehensile tail and a surprisingly strong grip, with a shooting tongue that’s usually quite accurate, and powerful jaws–not to mention the ability to change color, drastically: the Lord has abundantly and with genius equipped the chameleon to do its thing.
Gary Larsen retired from drawing his The Far Side cartoons in 1995. This idea would have been a natural for him.
First watch the chameleon catch bugs. Zap! Then imagine a table with a Thanksgiving dinner, all the different goodies on various plates and bowls. Then, instead of human beings, imagine a group of chameleons assembled round the table. And then, instead of “Please pass the stuffing” or whatever… all the chameleons cut loose with their tongues, all at once, zap-zap-zap, all across the table. I can visualize it, but alas, I can’t draw it.
I don’t know about you, but I find chameleons very cute and appealing. Great big eyes and all.
Hi, Mr. Nature here–with the friendliest chameleon that I ever saw. You’d swear this lizard loves its owner! And is totally at ease with him.
Many years ago, we had a gorgeous pair of Jackson’s chameleons. The male of that species has three long horns on his head: most impressive. They were bursting with good health when we got them, ate crickets dusted with vitamin powder, zapping them at long range with their tongues… and in a few months, sickened and pined away. We then learned that was the experience most people had with pet chameleons. But much has been learned since then about keeping chameleons healthy, and now a lot of folks can manage it.
Meanwhile, dig those colors! I never saw a chameleon put on quite as gaudy a display as that. I wonder if selective breeding played a part: even years ago, chameleons bred readily in captivity.
When my Jacksons crawled up my forearm, their grip was very, very powerful and it sort of hurt. My iguana, who in other respects was quite friendly to them, hit the ceiling when the male tried to use his back as a ladder. Apparently the chameleon in this video has a gentler touch.
Chameleons never fail to fascinate me–another little bit of God’s stuff that He must have very much enjoyed creating!