New Zealand’s Next Top Model season 2 is starting soon. Once again I am too old (3 years too old!). Not to mention, after some of the photos I have seen of myself on Facebook lately, terribly, terribly, unphotogenic (thanks heaps Raft!).
I will be looking forward to blogging it again – I will have to be a bit more concise this time methinks! I just hope is doesn’t start in August as I will be unable to watch!
At the moment I am participating in a NZ’s Top Model of a different kind – NZ’s Top CAT Model! Colin Mathura-Jeffree is also a judge in this comp too so it is very exciting.
Two top model contests to keep track of – thank goodness for the terrible weather!
People often refer to me as a crazy cat lady. I get given cat presents, they hassle me if I pat a cat, that kind of thing. Not sure how I got this status, the most cats I have ever owned at one time is 2.
Anyway, I may have crossed the line this time. I have entered my cat William in New Zealand’s Next Top Cat Model. It is all in the name of charity and good fun. All proceeds go to your chosen cat charity.
William has chosen I chose the SPCA – and the money he raises will go to the Dunedin branch. Not only has he got a fundraising page, his Twitter has gone into overdrive and there is even a Facebook page in his honour. Tech overload for a small cat of little brain.
William is a great cat but Mr Pigalina insists that he is simple of brain. This may be so but it is due to no fault of his own. While living in horrid Caversham we lived on the corner of a busy, hilly, street. People would slam their feet down to get up the hill right outside the house. Right where a small black kitten who, in the dark, blended in with the road, would run. The first time Willy was hit he broke his jaw, knocked out one of his fangs – which has never grown back – and his face went a bit wonky meaning he cannot close his right eye fully. The person did not stop. Mr Pigalina and I were students at the time and I am sure the vets at Pet Planet (where we got Willy) took pity on us as they only charged about $80 for xrays and wiring his jaw back together. A BIG THANK YOU TO THEM! The SECOND time he got hit a very panicked lady came to the front door to apologize. Willy was OK this time, having just scuffed his claws. So, you see, he may have lost a few brain cells due to head trauma. But I don’t care.
Willy’s first best friend – Mrs Kensington, was killed by a wandering pitbull when we lived in horrid South Dunedin. Tobias the dog has since taken over that role, so much so that they are now termed “boyfriends“. They snuggle together and wash each other – with their tongues, as animals do.
He squark’s continuously every morning until his favourite fishy meat is presented to him and he hasn’t quite figured out the continuous biscuit feeder. It has only been 3 years. Give him time.
Anyway, it is clear that I love my cat. Just the one. If you also are a William fan now having read his abridged
tail tale then feel free to join him on Twitter and Facebook.
Feel free to donate to a very good cause and, in the process, help Willy towards becoming Nz’s Next Top Cat Model.