This is my new kitten. Her name is Ripley.
I know she looks much like an alien, hence the name Ripley, after the heroine on Alien.
She is a Cornish Rex. They have only been around since 1950, when a barn cat in Cornwall, England, delivered a litter, containing a strange looking male offspring with huge ears. It is a natural mutation…I’m sure from some wayward alien species, who was catting around, looking for some strange.
The owners decided not to kill him, so they kept him around until he got old enough to mate with his mother. (Sounds like the kin-folk of a few people I used to know.) They eventually made it over here to the good old USA and there are strict rules when it comes to Cornishes. They are all pure bred and if you decided you no longer want your kitten, you must return it to the breeder. They are only in-door cats, and feline leukemia has been successfully bred out of them.
They are hard to come by. If you can find a new litter, the waiting list is sometimes more than two years, and mothers usually only have two to three kittens. When I found mine (in Florida) she was one of six.
Anyway, they are very smart little creatures. She was playing fetch with me after I had only had her for five days.
Cornish Rexs’ don’t have fur. They have what is called a “down coat.” It is very wavy and feels like velvet when you stroke her back. Her whiskers are curly…like they were singed or something.
They love to be up high, and as I type this, she is sitting on my shoulder. This love of being high (in a purely legal sense) can and has caused more than a few harsh words from mama.
They are fiercely loyal to their owners and if I leave the room, she starts calling for me.
Anyway….ain’t she just as cute as she can be?
Oh…and shout out to Brian Lageose…I think I figured it out. Just cut and paste…right?