I once had a little furry studio mate - my sweet heart... my Valentine.
He liked to go up high. Always finding new places to go up.
Will you be my Valentine?
I'm talking to an art director about a job.
I know the cat is looking for up but it's not my concern.
In one leap he could jump from the floor to the top of the refridgerator. He liked to perch on the top of doors...
...discovering his wild instincts.
I forgot to mention his breeding. A Bengal. The name Bengal cat was derived from the taxonomic name of the Asian Leopard Cat (P. b. bengalensis), and not from the more distantly related Bengal tiger.... Oh really?
Mid sentence my conversation turned into a primal scream. A twelve pound Bengal was tearing deep into my mid back - claws raking down with all his weight dug in. SO painful... ...I was bloody.
I couldn't believe the art director was still on the phone when I picked it up.
I tried to explain what happened but they didn't want to know - didn't give me a chance. What did they think?