This is my cat, Priscilla, a harlequin calico with, as you can see, a checquered ancestry, who adopted me after a long conversation in which she informed me that she would only stay if I promised not to scare her. She has been so appreciative that she recently made me a present of three adorable kittens. One is all black, one a tortoise tabby and one white with gray ears and gray rings around its tale. In three weeks, they can be yours… Priscilla’s full name is Priscilla-Queen-of-the-Desert.
You thought I was gonna say Presley, didn’t you? This is a different breed of cat.
This is my #1 dog, Amazonia, or Zoni, as she is known to her many fans. She was named by her mother’s people, after her habit of charging the communal food bowl and knocking her siblings aside like ten pins when dinner was served. She’s developed better, or at least different habits at her ripe old age of 16.5 years. Now she just goes to her food bowl and barks until it miraculously refills itself. Good trick, yes? We’ve been good pals and traveling companions over the years, despite the fact that she is almost certainly a Republican.