It is time, fellow felines, to remind ourselves of our own important. Yes, it is culture time. Once again, our cat breed is taken from this
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Balinese
(picture taken from this site)
History
The Balinese breed originated in early 1900s as a spontaneous longhaired mutation of the Siamese cat. A Siamese with long hair was registered with CFF in 1928, but it wasn't until 1940's that the long-haired version was promoted as a breed.
.AppearanceBalinese is dainty and aristocratic in Appearance with a long body, head, legs, and tail. The Balinese has a fine and silky, single coat lying close to the body, with hair length between half an inch to two inches on the body. They are characterized by their long, plume tail. Balinese come in variety of colors like blue, chocolate, lilac, seal, lynx, cream and red.
.PersonalityBalinese cats are demonstrative, affectionate and extremely intelligent cats with a healthy curiosity. They are known for their ability to communicate vocally. Balinese are agile leapers. They also seek attention.
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Intelligent cat". Sounds redundant to me. All cats are intelligent. Humans have no idea how smart a feline has to be in order to look silly. It's all an act, people! We're really quite brilliant. Just ask any cat.
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Music to Make the Cats go Wild
Tara - Nick name 'ity-bit' because she's so tiny - just over 6 pounds. She's the most skittish of all my babies and even when being petted has the 'pet me, no don't pet me' look
Amelia - Nickname 'Bratelia' since she gets into every draw, cabinet that she can put her paws in.
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“She’s got tuna. I know she’s got tuna.”
“Shut up, Sethra. Stay on mission.”
“What’s the mission? I thought the mission was to get tuna.”
“No, you stupid fluffbrain—it’s to escape and become outdoor cats, walking by ourselves, on our wild lone, waving our tails.”
“Oh, yeah? And isn’t it you, my dear stripy sister Aliera, who keeps pushing the FEED button on the printer and waiting for tuna to come out?”
“That was when I was much younger. Anyway, she’s at the computer—yes, eating tuna casserole—so we can go into the bedroom and see if we can knock the window screen out.”
“You do it, Aliera. I’d rather mess with her stuff.”
“Will you GET OVER that fixation on her wristwatch?”
“I like the feel of the Velcro on my paws. Hey! That reminds me. We’ve been declawed. How are we going to survive as outdoor cats?”
“New plan coming up….”
“What’s the big deal about being outside cats? Even StalkerCat, who used to hang around and chat us up, is a house cat now and loving it. We’ve got it made—food, petting, toys, valet service for the litter box, and we get to sleep on her bed twenty hours a day. And we can stick our noses up to the window and smell anything interesting going on outside. Why ruin a perfect situation?”
“Sethra, have you no sense of adventure? No curiosity? No cattitude? We were meant to live wild and free, to stalk and slay our prey, to be mistresses of the night!”
“Look, we’re cats. We were meant to rule the world, but that doesn’t mean we have to WORK at it. You can if you want, but I don’t need to. After all, I’M beautiful!
“Did I mention she’s got tuna?”
At 8, you'd think Mikey would understand that he's a carnivore. But, no, he's rather fond of the shrubbery! At 20+ pounds, the veggie-enhanced diet is likely mitigated by a love for long naps on a warm comforter, wet cat food, begging at the table, and a nice lap to drape himself upon in the evening. And he drools when he's happy, which may or may not mean there's a Siamese ancestor lurking in the old dna.
What? Green teeth attract mice!
Who needs a wickerwork basket when you can hop on a cushion and bask?
Rufus is clearly a cat to be reckoned with.
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Firestar is a tough cat. He has to be, living in Minnesota. He takes care of his family: wife, husband and their son. This was recently proven by his daring capture of yet another mouse in the house. Foolish rodents. They never learn. When not engaged in derring do, Firestar naps, looks out the window and sleeps. Firestar was born in April of 2006.
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They also have good memories. I took my Bruiser to the vet February of last year and he is still suspicious of me!
Ha! Yeah, I know how that goes. Firestar used to go into the carrying case just to hide and play. Since his brush with death just a short while ago, when we used the case to bring him to the vet, he won't go near it. And if we bring it out he tries to hide from us.
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