I went to a party this evening and saw a flabulous cat. Note that this is "flabulous" with a small f - Dusty is still **Flabulous** with a capital F.

Actually, there were two cats there - one was a tortie and the other one, the generously proportioned one, was a brown tabby. Both were girls. And both were total love sluts. Some cats, upon seeing a crowd of humans descend on their territory, run for the hills. Not these two. They sprawled on their backs and showed their bellies to anyone willing to look and touch. They sat on everyone's lap and purred. When the tabby cat (name: "Big Cat" - and yes, the tortie's name is "Little Cat") sat on my lap, she kept alternately licking and nipping my fingers. Cute! (One of the hostesses of the party told me that, in addition to Big Cat and Little Cat, they had another kitty who had been feral and was still pretty shy, so was hiding. She's even smaller than the other two, and her name is "Mini Cat.")

Anyway, at one point, the hostesses put on some salsa music. I was standing in the hallway, and I saw Big Cat run down the hallway toward me. Her belly was swinging back and forth in time to the music as she trotted down the hall. Fabulous Big Cat! (Oops, I mean *flabulous* Big Cat. )

Copyright © Joyce W.
November 12, 2001