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If you will pardon me, I have to do a photo shoot. I'm a model, you see. Okay. It's really a fantasy. I admit it. It's just that with my movements, physique, beauty, and curiosity, I should be a model! And do you see any harm in dreaming? If it's harmful, that's okay because cats have nine lives and I haven't used any of mine. I'm a darling fellow. With my telescopic neck, I have spectacular poses. I am, after all, part Siamese. Caballero is my dad, Jasper my brother. Quite the animated cat, commercials are down my alley as well. GQCat, here I am! And when I move, I have that slinky runway-type walk. See? Why would it be so bad to dream? And I weigh 11 pounds. My favorite toys are things that dangle or fly. Don't you have children who make paper airplanes? I'd be on Cloud 9! Or is that Cloud 9 Lives? Hmmm. I'll think about that while I go negotiate with a model agency to pay me in sardines and catnip. Several other kitties and I came from people who love us very much. They were left homeless. We don't understand all that financial stuff. We just miss our family. Our family did not want to put us in a shelter and, therefore, begged rescue to take us so we wouldn't have to go to a shelter. Even our human dad cried. They met the people at Pet Harbor at midnight one night to bring us to safety. Our parents really loved us, but there was nothing they could do. They didn't even have a home for themselves and their human children, much less us. Please make me happy and give me a great home. It will make my former parents happy, too. Named for a special person. See max. |