Warn­ing: Post filled with ref­er­ence to cats and cat photos :)

So let me tell you my story. The owner of this blog decided to leave me with a ship­ful of cats and a dog while she was away traips­ing all over the place. Actu­ally, it was her annual home visit, but I was excluded from the trip. Not that I mind. Air­planes give me a headache and my heart can’t han­dle the pressure.

So there I was sur­rounded by cats (or so they claim to be) of dif­fer­ent shades and hues. Of course, none of them were as cool as me. I am after all the ulti­mate cat.

Polly

And then they expected me to social­ize with these so called cats. I refused. Kit Kit does not social­ize with com­mon cats. Besides for a long time, I had the impres­sion that I was the only cat in the world. I can make peace with the fact that I’m not, but how can she pos­si­bly expect me to social­ize with the­se… com­mon things?

Pop­si­cles in par­tic­u­lar was very insis­tent. He would come into my room and sit patiently for hours wait­ing for me to come down from my perch. You see, I had found this nice place right on top of an eight foot shelf. There’s no way any­one could get to me up there.

Pop­si­cles

He tried this trick every­day. I wasn’t about to give up. He refused to give up try­ing to get my atten­tion. He’ll just have to try harder. But he’s a per­sis­tent cat, I have to give him that.

Then there were these lit­tle kit­tens Biff and Logie run­ning all over the place and trip­ping over stairs and imag­i­nary obsta­cles. That is way uncool. Grow up already.

Biff and Logie

Logie

There were also these 2 who had been res­cued by my host from her school. They looked alike and they’re prob­a­bly the same family.

Biff and Rukmini

Anita fawned over the per­sian — Lady. I didn’t quite like that at all.

Lady

In fact, she fawned a lit­tle too much over most of them. I didn’t like that either. What was so spe­cial about them any­ways? What did they have that I didn’t?

Polly, I must admit was quite pretty. She had the loveli­est eyes. I could pos­si­bly extend a paw of friend­ship the next time I go there.

Polly

Then there was Cal­liope and Razor who loved cud­dling up and sit­ting on everyone’s laps. I hate it when they do that.

Cal­liope

Razor

Frankly, there were just too many of them for my lik­ing. I sulked seri­ously for 2 days after I came home and I’m hop­ing Anita gets the mes­sage : that I’m a spe­cial cat. My hosts were rather nice though. They did come and try and make friends with me a few times. But I was not about to lose my rep­u­ta­tion of being a snooty cat.

And I am not even going to com­ment on the dog.

Any­way, I am happy to report that I am back at home now. Away from the curi­ous eyes of Pop­si­cles. Though, I must a lit­tle grudg­ingly admit that I’m begin­ning to miss all the atten­tion he gave me.

I think I’ll just take a cat nap.

Me — the cool cat