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Posh puss cats

I love cats! I really love cats! There is hardly a time in my life when I have not had a cat in my home since I was about 4 years old (with the exception of my 3 years in Uni, and even then mum had cats I fussed when I went home and the local cats found me for a free fed and warm lap).

These are my three fav posh breeds of cats:

Choc point siemeses (prob spelt wrong). I have ALWAYS loved these cats! When I was tiny girl, pre-school age, a lady down the road looked after me while mum was at work and she had some of these. I can't really remember that far back, but they seems to have left a lasting impression.

Russian Blues have always come a close second too. I only found out about these when I was at Uni (I think it's because I had a copy of Cats and Dogs on PC which I used to allivate my lack of real pets).

And isn't this a cute photo!!!! I like the British Blues too, but they are chuncky cats and I prefer the sleeker breeds as a general rule.

In the last few days I have "discovered" a new breed - well, they're new to me anyway. Marble Bengals.... Just look at that amazing orange fur!!!

I love tigers you see, infact my first cat was a strippy tabby type and he was called Tiger (aren't they all), and that black and orange strippy fur is SOOOOOO lovely!

I have only ever had one posh cat, and he was a "hand-me-down" cat; a smokey blue persian whose official name was "Succky", but who we named "Greebo" on account of him being smelly, grumpy, and having a bad eye when we first got him!

All that said though, there will always be the biggest part of my cat loving heart set aside for the avarage domestic moggy, like those I have had and loved for many years. Along with Tiger and the regal Greebo, there have also been Calvin (the killing machine), Amber (who turned out to be a boy and very camp), Brunny (a time share cat from the other side of the village), and finally our beloved Muppet who is right now under my desk keeping my feet warm!


Muppet, you might not be a posh cat, but you are my Princess!

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