There are cats – and there are Cats – and, then, there is me. I am One of a Kind. Come see me. I’m likely to be elegantly curled in a basket. If you say, “Good afternoon, young man,” I shall roll slowly over and stretch myself out long and spill over the basket. And you will say, “Oh, my, aren’t you something?” I won’t have to explain that I’m called Slate because that’s my color; you’ll see it – straight out of a catalog: “available in slate, black, deep forest, and pine bark”. I am available only in Slate – with mesmerizing gold eyes. One of a Kind – your once-in-a-lifetime Opportunity. Slate and Gold.

More: I don’t just purr – any old cat can do that. I am a Professional Purrer. Yes. I come with trophies I’ve won in Purring Competitions. I was invited to provide Purring accompaniment for the speed knitting competition at the Mall of America. However, I don’t do supporting roles. Why would I? I’m not even a year old, and already, I’m a star. “Can’t spell Star – but I are one.”

More: I am soft. I mean Soft. Cashmere is a burlap bag next to me. Try me out. “Oooh! That’s good, pat my other side, too.” Yes, I’m curious, too. And curiosity does not kill cats – pure myth. Curiosity is my stock in trade. What’s that you’re holding? May I chew on it, please? Not very tasty – needs salsa, maybe. Now for the coup de grace: I am unusually smart. I don’t just explore. I figure it out. I learn. I use what I learn. An endless source of amazement. Me. Slate. $100. Take me home. Your One and Only Chance for One of a Kind. Slate.