Was I lucky enough to snap Lady Gaga as she gyrated on stage, surrounded by her lithe dancers, dressed outrageously in her latest creation as she attempted to shock us? Was I perhaps fortunate enough to be behind the scenes at the Royal Wedding as Philip Treacy prepared his majestic Royal headgear? No dear blogwatchers, tis a most peculiar cat toy.
A cat toy I hear you murmur aghast, surely Minke is at least 6 and has noved on from her kitten days?
Indeed, but we have new addition to the menagerie.....
No Not her.....
We have a new pet store in Whangaparaoa, called Luvable Pets (sic), and yesterday I got the call from my other half to come down at once to a secret address. Not knowing what was located there, I drove post haste to see what was there, thinking maybe a jewellers, a cake shop, or even an antique shop.
When I saw a new pet shop, I got all excited and dared to hope that Santa was going to bring me a new pet. After all I have been a most exceptionally good boy in every way, shape and form. I have met all of the traditional KPI's as demanded by our Nordic gift bearer....
I was introduced to the new owner and she let it be known that we were about to get a new cat who they had named Smudge. Completely snowy white, he has a a small smudge of grey on top of his head
He is an adorable, fluffy bundle of kittenish excitement, cute in a sort of "I'm a marshmallow, eat me" sort of way, and he was going to be our new pet.
So we are now trialling names. We have discounted the usual cliches, white references and snow is a no go. Something dark and foreboding would be fun, like Darth Vader, Lord Voldemort, Simon Cowell even Winston Peters. But these have all been discounted. He cant be Blackie, as that fine nom de plume resides adjacent to us next door, and you can imagine confusion reigning with different owners calling for their respective Blackie.
A late favourite has been Blofeld, but although fun, it is does not quite trip off the tongue and is slightly cumbersome.
So we are focusing on the smudge on his cotton wool head, as his current pet shop name reflects this mark.
Who does he remind me of? Smudge on his head? White hair? Gentle and yet the ability to kill with one small flex of his hand/paw?
So let me introduce..............Gorbachev!
or General Secretary of the Communist Party of the Soviet Union for short....
You can P-p-p-p-Perestroika all over our Eastern Bloc, Gorby.
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