Monday, November 28, 2005
Catscapades
Everytime somebody pipped up with a "Haha,
she's a cat-lover!", I'd be quick to turn to the respective party and drolly reply, "No, I'm an
animal-lover". I didn't like the idea of being pigeon-holed to only one furry creature when I
do so appreciate most other kinds of living things. It didn't feel really swell either to be often described as cat-like, be it my personality or even my features (And I still strongly disagree on that point. I do not physically resemble a cat whatsoever! Hmph.) Descriptions associated with felines are stereotypically never... positive. I mean,
catty just brings to mind stuff like
spit, hiss, or
will dig claws into your eyes at a moment's notice. But short-comings are short-comings nonetheless, and I've slowly come to recognise the semblence of truth in certain associations.
Warning: In returning to the main topic of cats, picture heavy post ahead. I found the whole lot online. Continue scrolling down and be (hopefully) mesmerised.
Addenum: Try imagining The Blue Danube playing in the background!
Oh yes, go ahead and call me a cat-lover. How can anyone possibly resist these haughty, megalomaniacal, but ever-so-hilarious things? *grin* I'm already entertaining the idea of me in 60 years or so, as a single old lady living in an apartment with 101 cats. Oh, and who probably keeps a lace hanky in her purse. Bwahahahaha.
Ok. I'm KIDDING. A hundred and one cats would be overkill. Besides, think about the mess. I'll keep it down to 2. Or maybe 3. =p