Sunday, 1 January 2012

Simply Satine

Animals have issues too.
Example at hand, our cat.  Rescued at 3 weeks old, and adopted by us at 7 weeks.
                                                                 
A real chocolate box kitty, who needed a name…….a unique name. 
We eventually decided on Satine, after the main character in the movie Moulin Rouge, played by Nicole Kidman.
Exquisitely beautiful and with those same spell-binding eyes.

But we soon started noticing “things”. 
Her overwhelming one being – the pools and pools of drool.
A simple rub on the head has her zoning out into salivary oblivion.



As of this moment, she resembles something of an overgrown garden slug, that sleeps belly up - all day and all night. 
Comfort eater.

She's even developed a speed wobble when she runs.

Jumping is simply, NOT. She’ll stand with the telltale aim, bum-wiggle and focus, launch ……… and still miss.
No really, she’s THAT bad.
I cant lie when I say we have to look away and snigger. As any cat slave knows, you never, NEVER  look at a cat and laugh out loud.
So, we now have her on diet.
She’s our speshul girl who’s more than happy to lie on the lawn, eating air and watching the little bugs go by.
Her mental capabilities may be less than stellar, and ok, she’s a little 1’o clock half struck.
And while she’s not perhaps the Nicole Kidman of the feline world, she is simply….Satine.

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