Adventures in Raffyland

This is my story, what I know and choose to divulge to set the record straight, since my good name seems to have been maligned by that purrsuasive, yet so far unattainable feline, Raffy. Meow! I want to state now kittens are not part of my life’s plan. My heart, although no longer my own, is pure and innocent as that of a newborn kitten.

I was born to my mum, Loralyn’s Calypso, a flashy but good-hearted gypsypuss. Loralyn was my sweet, human mom’s cattery. I was named Ruby Tuesday, a true jewel, if not born on a Tuesday. Calypso Mum would purr soft gypsy music (sometimes more like caterwauling when she got carried away) as we watched the beautiful bay in Southern Oregon from a perch in our window.

Soon I went to a new home with a human mum who loves me, and grew up to be a fair and graceful young lady. All was well until a change, just purrchance, happened in my life. I heard tails of a far away Exotic Shorthair named Raffy. And then it happened! This famous feline saved my life, furever binding us together! Thus, it has been decreed that I am his one true purrfect love, my heart no longer my own, never to be given to another. What will happen next? Only the wise old felines know… But we will follow where destiny leads us. Oh, the adventures ahead as I purrsue the pussycat who carries my heart in his fuzzy paws!

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