There comes a time in every blogger’s life when you should write about your pet. So here I am.
I share my habitat with a very good-natured, affectionate and companionable medium hair orange tabby cat (though whoever classified him as such should start coming to my place daily in a month so we could discuss that definition over their vacuuming my floors and other surfaces covered with that “medium” hair). He’s very food-oriented (he even learned some tricks – sit, paw, down) and omnivorous (among strange things that my cat likes are mangoes, avocados, apricots and pecans). We got him from a shelter two years ago, and he keeps brightening lives of everybody around him as a small furry sun. His name is Rusty.
He is a very social cat, and whenever we have guests over, he doesn’t hide or try to avoid people but, on the contrary, injects himself in the middle of the company. A while ago I noticed that Rusty was especially fond of one of our friends. Whenever D. visited, Rusty would be all over him rubbing up against his feet, purring and in general being extra friendly. It took me some time to figure out that Rusty reacted this way to our friend’s perfume – Opium for Men by Yves Saint Laurent.
Since then every time I do my perfume testing I offer Rusty to sniff my wrists. Sometimes he likes what he smells, sometimes he doesn’t care for it but it clearly doesn’t bother him. A couple of months ago we found his most favorite perfume so far – Beige from Les Exclusifs De Chanel. When I wore it for the first time, Rusty kept sniffing my wrist so intensely that it got wet from his breath.
While I was writing this post, I came across an article on the Beauty on the outside blog about the same phenomenon. After reading comments there, I realized how lucky I am: my cat at least doesn’t steal my clothes. Well, not yet – as far as I know.
Images: my own (not staged, I was taking pictures for the first post in this blog and Rusty couldn’t stay away)