Cute Caturday *56

After my divorce 6 years ago I swore off women forever -until I met Juliet. It was only a few moments after meeting before we moved in together. Perhaps I was hasty. As soon as she entered my home-now our home-the enthusiasm she showed when we met at the mall vanished. She showed no interest in sharing the domestic responsibilities -no cooking, no cleaning, just eating, lounging, sleeping and fooling around. No help at all.

I complained about her to my friends, and they told me dachsunds were like that. Juliet is half dachsund-half Goddess. So now I’m OK with it all, and we’re doing fine. I love her as I never loved any cat. She has become warm, affectionate, protective, eager to please and lots of fun.

She has a beautiful body – lean and fit, with long legs and dainty feet. Her eyes sparkle, her coat shines, and when she causes her ear flaps to extend like wings, everyone’s heart is captured by her irresistible cuteness. She is graceful, demure even, and when she walks or runs she appears to float in the air- clearly detached from the ground over which she moves. When alarmed she stands alert, with vigor and fortitude. When entertaining, she carries and presents herself with a class and style that belies her short ten months of life.

Dogs rule. And Juliet is Queen of Dogs. Eat your hearts out cat people.