Welcome to the first one seven installments I’m doing about my girlfriend Jennifer’s cats. Wait, you’re probably thinking, she has seven cats, oy vey! They’re not all hers, I think several belong to her daughter and her fiancé but they all live together in a little colony. Besides, the place spacious enough for everybody, there’s plenty of food and the numerous litter boxes are handled in a timely manner. So now to meet them…
First up, this is Paris. She’s the only long-haired cat in the community. She’s also very dainty as she prefers to spend the days lounging around on the couch, on a bed or in the cat tower. Paris tends to be left alone by the more rambunctious cats yet I have a feeling she doesn’t take any guff. When I visit, Paris is often happy to see me as she requests my lap to park into so I can pet/groom her long fur. Jennifer says Paris has a bias toward human males too. No, I think the kitty just knows who has an affinity for those who will treat her like the little queen she is. The one thing I have to resist with Paris? Holding like one does with a baby, a bad habit with my Isis and Agamemnon. Paris will squirm, squeal and scratch her way out of it.