“Hello! Welcome to my parlor. I am India, a lovely calico lady with black shoulders, a black chin, and – alas – no front claws. Someone found me out and wandering, not well able to defend myself from larger, meaner creatures. I’m still young and beautiful, sweet and gentle. I wash your hand; I snuzzle your arm. I am kind and loving.”

“While I was alone, I met a psychic cat who read my paw and told me that, in my previous life, I was a silent film star – a flapper with marcelled hair, a lavender cloche, black silk dress and a long strand of real pearls. I believe it. It suits my style. I believe I starred at least once with Rudolph Valentino. Perhaps, he was the one who smeared my black eyeliner. Do you think?”

“Now, I am a lovely calico cat lady, seeking a home with my people and with a soft lavender cushion upon which I might sit and be beautiful. I have always been kind and gentle. I am quiet and soft and good to people and for people. You may offer me treats and toys, and I will be pleased. You may offer me good food, and I will be even more pleased. I am easy but not loose.”

“Try me out in your lap – let’s see if I fit. I think I might. I have a safe, warm parlor here, but it’s not mine. And it’s not yours. Your parlor is where India belongs – warm, safe, loved. I don’t need pearls nor Rudolph – you know, he put too much greasy stuff on his hair! I just need you and forever love. Please consider me – seriously - $120 is what they tell me. I am India. May I be yours?”