A refutation
Mr Larkin, having been made privy to various photographic portraits of Young Master Bertram during the course of today, deemed it necessary this evening to call the editor on the telephone and complain that his nephew is "a bit of a porker".
Lest any of her readers should be labouring under a similar unfortunate misapprehension, Lady Bracknell feels it incumbent on her to explain that what might give the impression (to the casual observer unschooled in the desired appearance of the Selkirk Rex) of chubbiness is, in point of fact, the combination of a) a cobby build and b) fur which is the better part of an inch deep.
Bertram has no need of a reducing diet. He is a sturdy little chap, it's true, but no more so than he ought to be.
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Lady Bracknell | Monday, December 04, 2006
6 Comments:
Quel mignon! J'en voudrais un! O le petit minou mignon. That is to say, I love stocky cats.
A very fine cat!
Master Bertram is lucky that this particular cat fancier is a good three thousand miles or so away from his feline person, as he'd otherwise be in for a vigourous scratching of both cheeks at once. And I'd beep his nose, too.
What a glorious cat - built for snuggling.
Addy
Bertram is BEAUTIFUL.
Bertram says to thank you all very much for your kind comments.
And he also wanted me to point out that, when he is a big grown up boy, he will look like this.
Treacle and Pudding Dude send feline felicitations and hope that Caspar and Bertram are as happy together and have as many adventures as they have - joint ambushes on unsuspecting solitary neighbouring cats is their speciality.
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