I met this exquisite gem of the Ancient Royal Fur Families of Siam and Persia through an unlikely shopping trip. We were re-loading supplies for the coming weeks for our regular fur detail of one lonely Princess of Siam, and peeked into the local fur hotel for transients ... lo and behold, there was this Sparkle Ball in White, lovely eyes of turquoise, sea green, aqua and sky blue, alternating, hypnotizing, as enchanting as her antics playing with a red bauble, while her brother, bored, slept on.
Dear readers, you must know I first walked away, as I knew my lowly home would not be worthy of this wonderment of fur, this gorgeous fragile creature, with the imperious look, and voice to match. No, I was not worthy, we were not worthy... but I inquired anyway.
"Do you have lesser creatures more worthy of living with mere peasantry?"
"Oh, you do not look like peasants, well, very nice ones anyway. What are you looking for..."
"Well, we have a 2 year old Siamese Princess, who needs a companion, she is very active and agile..."
"Say no more, meet Soleste, our prize, our pride and joy, who comes from a very good home, excellent credentials and breeding..."
"Are you sure?"
"Of course, this way please for the papers, you may pick her up on Tuesday"
On Tuesday I packed my lowly transport with three different kinds of howdahs worthy of celestial fur royalty. They were cleaned and furlined, and toy loaded, sprinkled with sacredly expensive flower waters of Bach from nearby Holy Foods to relieve the stress of being parted with her royal home of origin to settle with plainer folk.
I drove nervously, and arrived an hour early, and no one was there to do kitten adoption and migration. I drove around aimlessly, and arrived early again, and she glanced at me seemingly aware of the inevitable, and not liking it one bit. The time came, another lady inspected my paperwork and asked for my carrier, and I pointed to the red transport strapped in front of my boobies, like for a real human child, except this one was made for fur babies, and she had never seen anything like it, but allowed it could suffice.
Then the exchange part came, where the lovely white creature weighing all of two pounds, most of it silken snow white fur, was placed in my hands.
In a flash it teleported itself to the backside of its still sleeping brother, exclaimed in loudest and insistent manner ... she was not going.. with me or anyone.
I placed the Holy Flower Waters of Bach on her head. It seemed to the amused bystanders I was doing a baptism, well, for me anyway, "baptism by fire", I explained, as Soleste the Sun Fairy of my dreams, my Flame Point Siamese Persian mix of 2 minutes, punctuated her tiny royal red-headed outrage by sinking little claw daggers into my throat, using that as a catapult point to jump anywhere but in that red carrier strapped to my boobies.
And so, after a few trials, we made it back to her lesser palace, where she was unceremoniously installed on her new throne, protesting loudly, in the master bedroom closet.
The resident Siamese rewarded my thoughtfulness at providing such a wondrous playmate by inflicting five suicide-like deep slashes upon the inside of my right wrist, causing internal bleeding, and black and blue, and I thought I might need stitches.
Oh, the joy of kitties.
Dear readers, you must know I first walked away, as I knew my lowly home would not be worthy of this wonderment of fur, this gorgeous fragile creature, with the imperious look, and voice to match. No, I was not worthy, we were not worthy... but I inquired anyway.
"Do you have lesser creatures more worthy of living with mere peasantry?"
"Oh, you do not look like peasants, well, very nice ones anyway. What are you looking for..."
"Well, we have a 2 year old Siamese Princess, who needs a companion, she is very active and agile..."
"Say no more, meet Soleste, our prize, our pride and joy, who comes from a very good home, excellent credentials and breeding..."
"Are you sure?"
"Of course, this way please for the papers, you may pick her up on Tuesday"
On Tuesday I packed my lowly transport with three different kinds of howdahs worthy of celestial fur royalty. They were cleaned and furlined, and toy loaded, sprinkled with sacredly expensive flower waters of Bach from nearby Holy Foods to relieve the stress of being parted with her royal home of origin to settle with plainer folk.
I drove nervously, and arrived an hour early, and no one was there to do kitten adoption and migration. I drove around aimlessly, and arrived early again, and she glanced at me seemingly aware of the inevitable, and not liking it one bit. The time came, another lady inspected my paperwork and asked for my carrier, and I pointed to the red transport strapped in front of my boobies, like for a real human child, except this one was made for fur babies, and she had never seen anything like it, but allowed it could suffice.
Then the exchange part came, where the lovely white creature weighing all of two pounds, most of it silken snow white fur, was placed in my hands.
In a flash it teleported itself to the backside of its still sleeping brother, exclaimed in loudest and insistent manner ... she was not going.. with me or anyone.
I placed the Holy Flower Waters of Bach on her head. It seemed to the amused bystanders I was doing a baptism, well, for me anyway, "baptism by fire", I explained, as Soleste the Sun Fairy of my dreams, my Flame Point Siamese Persian mix of 2 minutes, punctuated her tiny royal red-headed outrage by sinking little claw daggers into my throat, using that as a catapult point to jump anywhere but in that red carrier strapped to my boobies.
And so, after a few trials, we made it back to her lesser palace, where she was unceremoniously installed on her new throne, protesting loudly, in the master bedroom closet.
The resident Siamese rewarded my thoughtfulness at providing such a wondrous playmate by inflicting five suicide-like deep slashes upon the inside of my right wrist, causing internal bleeding, and black and blue, and I thought I might need stitches.
Oh, the joy of kitties.
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