Cat Whispers

Once upon a time when I was a regular on Friendster, I started a photo blog called "Cat Whispers." It was all about my casual feline encounters all over the world. I loved that blog! And one day I accidentally deleted it. Catastrophe! I am gonna attempt to reassemble a facsimile of it here now:



This is Gremlin. I met him on Mykonos, a Greek "party" island. It was also a pretty "gay" place. Gremlin, however, was not getting much love from either sex. Not with that ugly mug! I easily decided he was the ugliest cat I'd ever seen, possibly the ugliest cat in the whole entire world! Sometimes I think ugly things are really cute, but he was a drooler too and definitely mental. I didn't have love for Gremlin, I pitied him. And then he tried to attack my friend. Being ugly will do that to a cat.



This here is an example of a gorgeous cat. His name is Tijs, and he is my cat-child. But as you can see, it is not merely a question of good genes (I gave birth to Tijs by immaculate catception), he also has poise and that certain "je ne sais quoi" which make him so handsome. If Tijs went to high school, this would be his yearbook photo.



Check out those Mediterranean thighs! OK, I must admit that I typically prefer a sleek cat over a fatty -- I'm just talking on a purely visual level. But, chunky fluffers like this guy can really win me over too! Santorini (the "breathtaking" and "ritzy" Greek island) had some stunning kitties, way more attractive and well-kept than the ones on Mykonos. Here's another beauty, I called her Calypso:



I definitely cheated on Tijs with Calypso. I visited Calypso in her garden everyday. We had a torrid 3 day love affair where I seriously considered catnapping her home with me to New York. Alas, though Manhattan is surely an island of hidden pleasures, it could never match the paradise that is Santorini. It just wouldn't have been fair. And so I bid her adieu and promised to return one day...



Finally, we have a representative from the St. Thomas, U.S. Virgin Islands Marriott. He was a scaredy cat at first, but after I delivered the entire family an old room service tray, they all warmed up to me. In fact, this guy became so enamored he kitty-came all over my skirt! I was equally flattered and disgusted. Lucky he was so cute or I would've slapped him. Anyway, it's not his fault. He was a stray. As Bob Barker used to say, have your pet spayed or neutered. Meeeroow!