“How do you do? I’m a lady. I am Vienna, a genuine old world cat woman, acquainted with castles and gardens and the waltzes of Strauss. I am as lovely a tortie as you will ever see, with a long ascot of orange blaze fluffing down my chest. I think I’m about 4 or 5 years old, and I think I recently had some people because my coat is beautiful and soft – and I still remember how to purr.”

“Alas, the people are gone, don’t know where they went, and I ended up at “animal control”. Poor me. Lonely me. But I am still friendly and calm. I asked to come to Feline Rescue where, so I’ve heard, good, kind people come to find good, kind cats – of which I am one.  I am lonely but loving. Very loving.”

“I would look fabulous sitting on your sofa. I love tuna cream pies. I know that sounds pretty awful to humans – but not to me. I am Vienna, and I love pastries – feline pastries. I would also lookg stunning on your hearth – on your lap. Pretty much anywhere I sit, I am stunning.”

“Come sit with Vienna. Maybe we could do a quick waltz together? How about if you talk to me and whisper sweet nothings to me – ‘aren’t you such a sweetie? Pretty girl, pretty girl…little snookie wookums, munchy-do…’ I think your life needs something special – like a tortie woman. Like Vienna. $120 brings something special – me! I am purring at the thought of you.”