I’m thinking I could get a job catching squirrels. That is a squirrel, isn’t it? Well, okay, any ideas?
So, here’s the news. Mama and papa have rudely asked me to contribute to the household maintenance in these difficult times…are they KIDDING?
(Tranlation: The pole dance, it pays for my kibble….)
Haha, well, I hope whoever took this photograph is listening because it’s priceless, and it really took me aback because I would swear that is a LOULOU LOOK-ALIKE DOING HER/MY THING!
I think I need four stiletto high heeled shoes, right?
Or maybe I could just model…
Wow, you are quite the pole dancer, Loulou. Do you give lessons?
Now that’s an idea. But that is NOT I on the pole, haha. Just a cousin.
Well Louou I think maybe modeling would be the best career choice and certainly you could make enough money to keep yourself well stocked in kibble. The pole dancing thing is dangerous and might attract the wrong sort of attention (if you know what I mean!!). Happy Friday!
Hugs, Teddy
Yes, do not want any pole cats around me!
You should be in Vogue, Loulou. Strike a pose, indeed!
Maybe I’ll make it to the catwalk….
LOL – Loulou think of the money you could earn at the Collioure market or at a local bar! Doggies are just not graceful or supple enough for pole-dancing. I guess I’ll just have to ride in my pousette and look cute……
Well, that you do awfully well, Mya!
THERE are some guys who’ll understandably hesitate at speaking in public about their particular fondness for pet felines; for, to do so, unlike with expressing affection for a good sturdy canine friend, may be generally stereotyped as a man’s non-testosterone pet-animal inclination. And, yes, there are many people out there who’d implicitly (or even explicitly) question the normality and/or straightness of a guy who adores his pet feline(s)—something that’s implied by first-season Seinfeld’s George Costanza, who, in a doubtful tone of voice and slight shake of his head, says to Elaine Benes (without looking at her) in regards to her boyfriend cherishing his two pet felines: “Guys with cats … I don’t know …”
George’s line rushed to mind after one response I received after posting a short essay onto a feline-fan site (accompanied by an adorable-enough feline photo, of course) elicited from a reader a disconcerting response subtly questioning my heterosexuality, which left me feeling both resentfully embarrassed and angry.
It also brought to mind an early-1990s Vancouver Sun letter to the editor—aptly titled “A Man With a Cat Is Where It’s At”—in which the writer, a straight guy who adored his two pet felines, responded to some recently published cat-critical commentary. He frankly cautioned straight single women about relationship-seeking heterosexual guys who love dogs but dislike domesticated felines; for, what such men really want in a mate is, basically, submission—unlike the dudes with cats who more than appreciate a companion’s independent nature as well as a silky soft touch.
Within, Steve Eykel of New Westminster wrote the following response to another letter author’s cat-belittling: “Let me take a wild guess: [the writer] is a dog person, not a cat person. It’s not too surprising really. After all, a dog will lick your hand, grovel, cringe, do tricks and generally make you feel like the big strong alpha male you wish you could be. A cat will do none of these things. Women take note! This is an acid test for any man’s character. A man who prefers dogs is looking for subservience; a man who prefers cats is looking for a partner. You heard it here first.”
I further recollected how as a teen I knew two of the (if not the most) toughest, testosterone-laden, and (like myself) straight guys around, who also cherished their pet cats—albeit, no average guy would’ve foolishly openly expressed his pet-feline enthusiasm amongst his demographic peers, lest he seriously risk being unjustly deemed a wuss or in some other way having his reputation permanently besmirched.
Well, that was very interesting and a good take on those who assume that cat-lovers are always female or gay, but I’m not really concerned with what others think and only know what I know and observe, which is that human beings who love cats are human beings who love cats, and that human beings who love dogs are just human beings who love dogs, and if one loves both, one is probably having an even richer experience than one would have sticking to a doggy or a kitty. But I do understand liking one over the other…it is just a matter of preference, in my estimation, and humans should love whomever they choose. Just love. Judging one another through pets is really a bit like racism, no? Equality for animals is my view, but certainly mama was looking for a kitty when she found me…not too many feral doggies around anyway, right? And if I may ask, how did you come to comment on my post? Just curious1
Through the search engine while I was looking up articles on International Cat Day.
Ah, well, I hope you enjoy my wonky blogs, Mr Sterle.
Wow ! They say everyone has an identical twin somewhere, right ?
Isn’t this amazing. I actually thought it might be a twin sister or something and who knows?
You might want to stick to the modeling thing, you wouldn’t wanna fall off of the pole!
Yes, I think I am not cut out for pole dancing just yet. I can model with my eyes closed, haha.