As most of you know by now, the big Valentine’s Day Dance will be here in just over two weeks.
Of course, Mauricio already has his date, his lovely girlfriend, Allie. And Lisbeth has asked Texas to accompany her as he did to the Howl-o-ween Ball. She has her paws crossed he will accept.
Unfortunately, the rest of us remain dateless.
Lily Olivia, being nearly fifteen, has said that she would be happy to attend as just a chaperone for Calista Jo if she should find an escort. After all, C.J. is only one-and-a-half years old, and we think a little young for much more than a play date.
Since suitors have not been beating down our cat door, Mom has decided to revert to what has become a tried-and-true method for finding suitable companions: Match.Cat.
We have included our profiles here and hope that at least a few of the handsome man-cats in blog world might consider asking us to the dance. It worked for Nellie, so we hope it works for us!
Mom has given us only 72 hours to find dates as she will need to find dresses for us and get our pictures made with our escorts and sent to Madi by February 6.
I am a nine-year-old, tuxie girl. Mauricio is my biological brofur. Unlike him, I am not needy and high-strung. I do, however, like a good adventure and love to explore. But I also have my soft side (including my furs) and like to cuddle. I am “The Cat on My Head.”
I am the only floofy cat among us. So if you like a kitty with lots of luxurious furs, I’m your girl. I am three and a half years old and a very laid-back and quiet lady-cat. If you’re not a dancer, an evening of quiet conversation would suit me just fine. I wouldn’t mind double dating with my sisfur, Fiona, as we like to do everything together.
I am the short-haired version of Giulietta. We look alike except for size and fur length. Though I can be shy, I will admit I am a little more feisty than she is and like to play and have a good time. I adore dancing and think I am quite good at it.
I am the really shy girl among us. I wouldn’t be pawticipating if Mom wasn’t pushing me. Even though I am two and a half years old, I am a very tiny, tortie girl. I keep to myself most of the time and don’t really socialize with my housemates as they like to bully me and make me cry. If I do go to the ball, my date needs to be with a sensitive and quiet, young man-cat.
Okay, so I am the baby, and I understand my big sis, Lily Olivia, will be my chaperone if I get a date. I am a dilute tortie and rather big for my age. I am full of energy and rambunctiousness. I would most likely prefer to run around the dance floor weaving through and leaping over the dancers. Mommy says I cannot go out with anyone older than three.
If Texas does not accept Lisbeth’s invitation, she will include her profile in a another post.
Also, if any senior man-cat would like to accompany Lily and keep an eye on the younger kits, she is not adverse to that. She is a petite calico with a heart of gold and feisty disposition.
We sincerely hope that at least a couple of us can attend the dance as we hate for Mauricio to have all the fun.
Purrs and paw-pats, Misty May, Giulietta, Fiona, astrid, Calista Jo and Lily Olivia