Kuro Kuro
Our bachelors’ pad recently welcomed a fifth member: Kuro Kuro, the black kitty of triumph. But you can call him Kuku for short. Not only is he highly personable, he possesses a very stately appearance with his oversized ears and long legs. Everyone who has met Kuku loves him. In fact, we’ve had to stave off a couple of would-be catnappers. What is the world coming to?
Sounds like a great name for a kid’s book: Kuku: The Black Kitty of Triumph. There’s your next writing project, Brade. I smell best-seller.
Posted by Jordan on August 4, 2006 at 9:56 pm
He is majestic, yet skinny and spindly. With his regal black fur and his gangly legs and gigantic ears, he personifies (or felinifies?) the grandeur and the smallness woven into the fabric of the human condition. Ah, Kuro Kuro. Ah, humanity.
Posted by sligh on August 5, 2006 at 1:13 pm
And ah, felinity. So well put. Between you and Jordan, I am now convinced that Kuku is a literary symbol, functioning both as himself and for some higher purpose. The mystery continues…
Posted by Brade on August 5, 2006 at 3:32 pm
is the cat house trained?
Posted by Phred Q. Mathers on August 12, 2006 at 11:23 am
Of course. The perfect kitty would never fail to use his litter box. Okay, so he likes to scratch my recliner, but hey…
Posted by Brade on August 12, 2006 at 11:33 am