w.atching the w.orld unw.ind

Today's lyric:

"Turn that jungle music down
Just until we're out of town
This is no one night stand
It's a real occasion
Close your eyes and you'll be there
It's everything they say
The end of a perfect day
Distant lights from across the bay."

Steely Dan: "Babylon Sisters"
From the album: "Gaucho"

In the world of cat (and dog) breeders, a 'prefix' is like a blogname - it accords you a recognised anonymity, so that you can 'trade' on a name which other breeders and buyers remember, without necessarily giving away your own name, until a sale is agreed. Then, when you register kittens or puppies with the relevant authority, your prefix forms part of the exotic names which breeders have to supply, in order to guarantee novelty.

And so it is that Argento Burmese may be resurrected, as Lola (a.k.a. The Ginger Whinger) is away having her cherry expensively lost.

If she takes, she'll be due to drop around mid-March, and our plan is to sell at cost, so that people who would otherwise not be able to afford a pedigree cat may be able to buy one?

There's already a waiting list - Bruv wants two, to replace his brace which shuffled off several years ago, and Buddy wants one to make up an unholy trinity, so she'd better produce a decent-sized litter first time...