Cats Rule!

I’ve loved cats since I was a little child. My favourite memory involves watching a tiny kitty playing with a puppy. I brought that kitty home; she became my first cat, Velvet. She was as soft as her name and the brightest little Tortie ever. And she was mine. Which child could have been happier? I rode a bicycle to school, read Enid Blyton’s magical books, and lived in paradise. I now live in paradise again.

I’ve found some cute animal friends. My neighbor has the most beautiful black Persian cat I’ve ever seen. What I love is she takes such good care of her cat. The big, fat cat sits boldly on the ledge, and everyone loves and wants to pet her. But she won’t let anyone pet her because she knows she is unique and should keep her love only for special people. She knows that humans are not always friendly people. She has seen people throw stones at her little brothers and sisters from another mother. And her heart has filled with horror. How could anyone do that to babies? Don’t humans have a heart? She concludes that these people lack compassion. Their hearts have turned to stone, and they’ve lost their minds. They need love desperately. But she will not waste an ounce of her love on them. She will reserve it for the being who deserves it, unlike a dog slobbering all over his master. She is a discerning cat – a Queen – charming, refined, polite, and elegant. 

She has exclusive tastes — She knows it and is willing to wait, no matter how long it takes. ‘Coz, it’s worth it! And she’s worth it, too!