But seriously, yes, I have.

My cats, now for several years, are rescues, most of whom will never be adopted. I’m merely a sponsor and get to go visit and sit with them. It has been an annual gift and I’m appreciative of that thoughtfulness. The saddest one, was Ray Charles. What a stunner but I never saw him; it was one thing after another, each one more downhill until his death. I was glad to be part of his life, though.

I’d never heard of the “King Cheetah” and immediately went to the litter-a-cher, the journal of Wikipedia. This is what the entry has to say.

“Some cheetahs have a rare fur pattern mutation of larger, blotchy, merged spots. Known as “king cheetahs,” they were once thought to constitute a separate subspecies but are in fact African cheetahs; their unusual fur pattern is the result of a single recessive gene.”

I hope that entry is right. When you were in Africa did you ever see wild dogs? They are beautiful creatures.

Mine made sounds unlike those a cat normally makes.
I looked up a site with the phonetic interpretation (if thats the right term) of ancient Egyptian hieroglyphics.
The sounds he was making corresponded to symbols for insects, birds, feathers and flight and a few more that suggested to me that either the Mau had a racial memory for Egyptian or the Egyptians had picked up something from listening to their cats.
As he has grown older he is not so talkative.