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| Tonka future stud |
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| Mooshi, Persian Stud |
"All you see here is mine, everything that the light touches is mine."
Tonka had the grace to nod wisely in a manner that belied his young age.
I then pointed to the shadowed area in the deeper recesses of the house...in the hazy grey area a form could be seen, almost blending perfectly with the surroundings...in that corner was my wife of an arranged marriage....the great "Pinky"
Pointing in that direction, I said "See over there?"
Tonka replied with that purring, chirping noise that Highlanders make.
"That's Pinky, Pinky is yours"
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| The lovely Pinky |
Tonka purred. Pinky flicked her tail in annoyance.
It seems that all is well in studom so far, humom has locked up all of my beautiful Highlanders, away from both myself and Tonka, stating that they have had enough babies for now. My sweet wife Cheesy is also away from me, though I know she pines for my presence. All that is left here is myself, Pinky and Tonka.
I don't spray, Tonka doesn't spray and Pinky speaks to no one but humom. I hope it continues in this vain.
Humom insists that despite my love for curled ears and short tails Tonka is the chosen husband for the Highlander girls. HA! Has she learned nothing from my own arranged marriage to the beautiful and elusive Pinky? Surely she knows that this shall never work! In my peace loving and quiet way, I have made overtures towards Pinky with her silky fur and flicking tail, I have even been so bold as to visit her in her place of shadows. All of this has been for naught. I have cried the cry of many a Persian King for Pinky, she simply turns her golden eyes my way and answers with her voice of silver a plaintive "Have you seen humom today?"
Pinky's story of how she is very much the Queen of our Kingdom despite her disdain at the thought of producing a heir for the stunning Persian race is for another time.
This is the story of Tonka and I sharing the Kingdom here as reining studs. It seems that Tonka and I are of like-ilk. He is friendly and loving as am I.
Tonka has turned his nose up at the tomato of friendship I offered him. I was offended at first, until he offered me the bath of friendship (in humoms tub) ~ there are some things that Highlanders and Persians just won't agree upon. I don't mind a bath from humom, in fact at times I find it enjoyable, but unlike the Highlanders, I most certainly won't hop in the water anytime it's running!
Where I am laid back and ultra passive, Tonka is laid back and very, very friendly. Sometimes we have a game of chase or cuddle, but mostly we take turns sleeping and purring. He purrs even more than I do. I am sure, when he gets older, he will share his view of our Windy Hill.
