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Her most honourable highness Queen Peroni.

I’m addicted to cats. I’ve tried snorting them, but there were too many hairball complications. But I suspect if there were any way of intravenously ingesting the essence of cat, I’d probably do it. And promptly curl up in a sunny spot, preferably on my pink heart-bedecked dressing gown (pink!) – like my cat’s doing right now.

When I reincarnate one day, I’m coming back as my cat.

There have always been cats in my life. Big, small, black, ginger, white, indeterminate, deaf, skin-cancered, nasty, cuddly… Cats who moved to the neighbors’, cats who pitched up from the neighbors’. Cats who got hit by cars and survived, got stuck in trees and survived, got dumped next to the side of the road and ended up with us. Cats who left little corpses as gifts (have you ever stuck your hand into your beach bag looking for a tissue and come up with a mummified lizard?), cats who got cat flu – and promptly got dosed with Disprin by my mom. They actually survived…

And the one memorable ginger-and-white specimen who used to attack guests’ ankles from his lair amongst the shrubbery. One or two lawsuits were barely avoided back then…

That same cat used to snooze in the small of my back whenever I was lying down on my stomach, reading somewhere. And it would headbutt me and purr its little heart out whenever I was in tears. It hated when I played guitar – it probably had a point. That’s the cat that got heartsick after I left for Varsity, and disappeared soon after. I still miss him.

These days, my cat goes by the name of Peroni. She’s fat, incredibly lazy and the cutest thing on four legs. Favourite position: on your chest, purring into your face.

She’s also what’s keeping me from turning into a bona fide cat lady: if I weren’t so scared her cuddly temperament would go to hell in a handbasket upon encountering an intruder, I’d have ten other cats already. But she’s the lady of the house, and seems set to stay that way for some time still.

I could waffle on forever about the magic and charms of my favourite feline deities, but Peroni just jumped on my lap – demanding a cuddle and food. So I’ll leave you with some links that just prove my point…

• Lolcats – my non cat-inclined friends curse the day that these ill-spelled catrocities hit the Internet. I’ve been banned from a few e-mail addresses, I’m sure…
• Cat cafes in Tokyo. Where cats deign to be worshipped.
• Cat and girl webcomics – ‘cos cats are, like, way existential…
• Travelling cat – you spot the opportunity, you take it!
• Calvin and Hobbes – okay, technically Hobbes is a tiger. But a tiger is just an overgrown cat.
• Paul Gallico’s catty books – Jennie and Thomasina. Bring tissues.

Tags: Calvin and Hobbes, Cat and girl, Cat cafes, cats, dustbunniesproject, Jennie, lolcats, Paul Gallico, Thomasina, travelling cat

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