Tuesday, March 10, 2009
This Cat Can Talk . . .
My child, my love, my life - China Tea. Thoughts of China Tea, shopkeeper of SHOPDROPS.COM, bring out all my motherly instincts. While I can no longer bear a child (having passed through the dreadful process of de-fertilization(?), process which advocates of feline population planning strongly campaign for and which, I assure you, China my owner and "child" is not a true believer of, but being a good, lawful citizen of the human world regretfully subjected me to), I consider my master, China, my child and beloved pet.
She being much taller than me however (but not nearly as fast and agile and strong), I allow her to sit me on her lap, carry me around the house and take me in her arms protectively so that the likes of The Brat - Cola, Stray turned Adopted Feline from some warehouse in El Monte, California - can not scare me out of my wits. It is incredible how Cola, the feisty brat that she is, has promised herself to always try to prevent me from retiring to my master China's bed at night. Sigh . . . talking about felines without social graces. One of these days, I am going to suggest to China to send Cola to some Finishing School for Cats. Maybe, just may be she will acquire some good manners.
But then, here I am rambling on and on about Cola, the Brat Cat, when I should be telling you about my love and devotion and loyalty to and rapport with my boss, China. Maybe I will save that for later. . . least I bore you and distract from browsing . . . So, ta-ta for now.
And wait . . . can you do me a big favor? Can you please shop for incredibly amazing skin care products at China's online store? You see, the more she sells, the better I eat!!!
She being much taller than me however (but not nearly as fast and agile and strong), I allow her to sit me on her lap, carry me around the house and take me in her arms protectively so that the likes of The Brat - Cola, Stray turned Adopted Feline from some warehouse in El Monte, California - can not scare me out of my wits. It is incredible how Cola, the feisty brat that she is, has promised herself to always try to prevent me from retiring to my master China's bed at night. Sigh . . . talking about felines without social graces. One of these days, I am going to suggest to China to send Cola to some Finishing School for Cats. Maybe, just may be she will acquire some good manners.
But then, here I am rambling on and on about Cola, the Brat Cat, when I should be telling you about my love and devotion and loyalty to and rapport with my boss, China. Maybe I will save that for later. . . least I bore you and distract from browsing . . . So, ta-ta for now.
And wait . . . can you do me a big favor? Can you please shop for incredibly amazing skin care products at China's online store? You see, the more she sells, the better I eat!!!
