From the SPA
By Joan DiPiero
I didn’t realize that the article written about Flame Point cats would lead to such an emotional outcry by several of our more vocal cats. I certainly didn’t mean to imply that a purebred was superior to our standard domestic group, but some of the cats have insisted on coming up with their own flamboyant breed types to more accurately describe themselves. I’ve decided to let them have their way, since in Cat World, it’s wise to pick our battles.
Rusty probably has the most persuasive argument for a special designation. He wonders why anyone would choose a “Flame Point” when his entire body is flame orange, not merely “points.” This seven-month-old playful cinnamon boy now prefers being known as a “Ravishing Redhead.” Being a male teenager, he actually preferred “Flame-Thrower Cat,” but needed convincing that this might be off-putting to potential adopters.
Oreo, a handsome black and white one-year-old male, hasn’t had the easy life of Rusty. He was sharing the backyard with a dangerous cat-hating dog, so he was constantly in fear of losing one, if not all, of his nine lives. Rescued from that bad situation, he is a happy, playful engaging boy. He is usually so easy-going, his request for being called a “Cookies, ‘n Cream” cat couldn’t be denied. I did offer a comparable “Chocolate Egg Cream,” but being from the South, he was unaware of this very New York beverage.
Balki, a sleek black ten-month-old male, put in his bid to be named a “Bavarian Balinese.” When I looked skeptical, he gave me that all-knowing cat gaze, so I suspect he got into one of our volunteer’s iPads and spent considerable time researching his lineage on Ancestry.cat.com. He’s one of our most affectionate cats and is easy to identify from the other black boys by one distinctive white whisker among the others.
Borrowing from Oreo’s theme, Pippa, a lovely eight-month-old tortoise kitten, wishes to be called “Peaches ‘n Cream,” although nothing could be further from the truth. This sweet girl seems so sure of her identity; perhaps we should have granted the cats’ request for an on-site mirror so they could have a more realistic view of themselves. The mirror idea had been quashed in the past since we are certain some of our vain adult cats would monopolize the space, and there’s always the danger that our more insecure teens might develop body issues.
Please humor these four cats when you visit the SPA (Los Pinos 7, Monday–Saturday, 11–2, 152 6124), but promise to give equal attention to the dozens of our more unassuming felines.