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To: Rambi who wrote (11981)	8/19/1998 3:59:00 PM
From: Thomas C. White	Respond to of 71178

"...so his beginnings were not auspicious." Never have I met a cat with auspicious beginnings that I liked. When I was young, my father took it upon himself to buy two ultra-purebred, show quality Persian cats, one male, the other not, with the ingenious idea that we were going to raise show cats and make a fortune and then he could retire. The male came to us with a name that was something like: "Malanoff's Rusty Luminescence." And the female? "Malanoff's Misty Meadow." I believe those names cost several hundred dollars each. Well. Far from being a subject for a cat-lover's version of a Barbara Courtland romance, these two little gems spent the next two years making each other completely miserable. They spit at each other, and clawed, and hissed. We could not have them in the same room, even during heat. So we finally had to put a barrier at the bottom of the steps, and Malanoff's Rusty Luminescence lived downstairs, while Malanoff's Misty Meadow imperiously ruled the bedrooms. Periodically they would run into each other at the barrier and hurl invective at each other in cat talk. After two years of this, we finally gave them away to one of those strange people that gets their jollies by having a wall covered with those silly ribbons that they give you at cat shows.

To: Rambi who wrote (11981)	8/20/1998 1:25:00 AM
From: Dayuhan	Respond to of 71178

Penni, My daughter is convinced that the entire feline population of the planet is ours. There are two that seem more or less permanent; others come and go. The number of cats outside the back door at mealtime seems to expand according to the volume available to fill them, though there's a good deal of squabbling over the choice bits. Now a neighbor's dog has decided that throwing her lot in with the white guy is the wisest move, and has deposited a litter of puppies near the back door. She's trying to impress me with her watchdog's instinct by terrorizing all visitors, and there have been some considerable quarrels with the felines. Add a considerable number of tropical fish, and my 8 year old son, who seems convinced that being an animal would be more fun, and we have our hands full. A Persian Kitty anecdote: going back to the tribal days, I once lived in an area frequented by a creature known as a "bu-ut", or cloud rat. It's not really a rat - it eats like a porcupine, moves like a sloth, and looks a very little bit like a Persian cat. A painter (as in artist) once lived in the area, and brought with him a prize-winning Persian. After a few weeks his wife heard some local boys discussing how they had, just that morning, caught, cooked, and eaten the funniest looking bu-ut they'd ever seen. She went looking, and found no cat at all... Steve