Don't got milk here...
Here is a picture of my parents baby, (well I am and will always be the real baby) Patches. She is a beautifully marked kitty but in this picture, you can see she has a mustache. Just the opposite of the "Got Milk" advertisements with the white mustache, she has a black mustache. I think she looks like a Hitler wannabe! Oh, how bad that was of me to say such a thing for such an adorable kitty. She is not a year old yet so she pretty much is still a kitten and gets into everything her paws can reach. Hang in there mom and dad, she will settle down soon, well, lets hope so.
I find it fascinating how nature plays little tricks on us with our markings. I have markings which I believe to stand out like a sore thumb and spend lots of time trying to cover them up with make-up, strategically placed hair, clothes or whatever vice I can muster. On the other hand, I don't usually notice other peoples odd markings. One time I knew a girl for a long time and never noticed her birthmark on her neck until the Saint pointed it out to me. I guess I was too busy looking her in the eye when talking to her to notice it.
After watching nature shows I find that looks matter with some species. Take the birds for example, the male has to put on a show for the female and he must have the brightest feathers or make the best nest in order for him to get a mate.
What a difference in the human world. Women spend hours upon hours putting on make-up, playing with hair gels, picking out just the right thing to wear on a date. Then the man shows up in blue jeans and a tee shirt! Now just why is it this way? Just look at that adorable face on Patches. Do you think for one minute that a male cat would care that she is sporting a mustache or not? I don't think so but even though I have the Saint, I will continue to pluck those little hairs I find above my lip that seem to have come from out of nowhere. I don't want anyone calling me a Hitler wannabe! Why do women primp for men or are we primping for men or other women to not steal the man???
When I see the odd-ball looking puppy or kitten for adoption I pray that someone can look beyond the strange color scheme and will pick a fur baby on it's inner beauty. I am sure lots of furry babies are over looked due to a not so perfect coat. How sad. When my Skeeter died, I was expecting us to get a dog or a blue-gray colored cat in time. I have never sought out a pet as they have always found me as strays in the yard. We never thought twice about Cheetah or Sheba not being gray or a dog! We took those two beautiful black fur balls in our home and love them to death! When the day comes that I need to pick out an animal, I believe I will look for the strangest looking of the batch. Then check out that personality as I think a lot of people may be missing out on the perfect not so perfect looking baby!
Now Patches, I am not calling you not so perfect as you know how much I love you. I prove it when I am home and share the bed and the Saint with you!
posted by Skeeter at 7/02/2007 09:16:00 PM