Penelope was a pretty 3-year old calico looking for a new way to meet men. Her friends suggested she try Meowsrr, the new dating site for cats.
Meowsrr was the current hot thing in dating. Since very few cats have phones (no pockets), it was designed to work best on a computer. Cats are not fond of typing (that pesky opposable thumb thing), so almost the entire process was done through a voice application.
She signed up after reading their legal terms. No responsibility for outcome of first date. No responsibility for lack of honesty by members. No responsibility for ticks, fleas, or lack of personal hygiene. No guarantee that site security would be maintained.
Penelope submitted her form with a greeting to potential suitors. She would see responses within 24 hours.
The next day, Penelope eagerly opened Meowsrr. She found the pictures of three handsome cats. She opened the message from the first one:
“Hi ladies. My name is Murray and I’m the cat of your dreams. I know all of the hot spots in town and can show you a good time. Love to cuddle. If you’re looking for fun, call me.”
She pressed the “No” button and Murray was gone.
“This is Pete. I’m the strong, silent type. I don’t always have a lot to say, but I’m there when you need me. I’m not into catnip or the milk bar scene. I’d love to get to know you better.”
“Hello. My name is Tony. I’m a large, muscular tortie with his own business. I like to spend evenings curled up in front of a fire. I also like quiet dinners and jaw rubs. If that sounds good, call me.”
Penelope decided to call.
After a couple of awkward minutes, they got along well and decided to meet for a bowl of cream. Tony suggested a place Penelope had never heard of;, but since it was close to where he worked, she agreed to it.
The next night Penelope bathed and fluffed her fur. Looking in the mirror, she was satisfied that she would make a good impression. Since she wasn’t familiar with where she was going, she took a cab.
Looking out the window, Penelope saw that they were heading for the river. Maybe he worked in one of those fancy offices. But they took a left toward the docks. The cab stopped in front of a restaurant between the two districts.
Penelope looked around the restaurant nervously. An extremely large cat came over and introduced himself as Tony.
Tony: Hi. I’m Tony. You must be Penelope. You’re just as pretty in person as in your picture.
He led her to a table.
Penelope: Goodness, you weren’t kidding when you said you were large and muscular. You didn’t mention that you were a Maine Coon.
Tony: Is that a problem?
Penelope: No. I just wasn’t expecting it.
Sniffs the air.
Penelope: What type of cologne are you wearing? It smells interesting.
Tony (laughing): I’m not wearing cologne. We call it Eau de Wharf. Do you like it?
Penelope: Well, it certainly is different.
They ordered dinner. Tony had a surf and turf of beef and salmon. Penelope had salmon pate. Tony ordered two bowls of cream as an appetizer.
Tony: Are you sure that’s all you want? You can get anything on the menu. The food’s great. I know the chef; he’s one of my clients.
Penelope: No, I’m fine. I wasn’t expecting this much. I thought we were going to meet for cream.
Tony: I wanted to make a good first impression.
Penelope: Why don’t you tell me about your business?
Tony (proudly): I run a rodent extermination place down on the wharf. You wouldn’t believe the business we do. Rats and mice everywhere. I have ten guys that work for me Every night we end up with a pile as high as that door over there. (Points to the entrance.)
The food arrived. A lot of food.
Penelope: That sounds like a very good business.
They both started to eat. Between bites, Tony continued to talk.
Tony: Yeah, it’s a great business. You wouldn’t believe the number of rats around here. And mice. It seems like the more we get rid of, the more we see.
The chef walked up to the table.
Chef: It’s so good to see you. We’re expecting one of your guys after closing tonight. Seems that little problem behind the cooler hasn’t quite gone away. You wouldn’t believe what we saw today!
He looked at Penelope and noticed that she had pushed her plate away.
Chef: Is there something wrong with the pate?
Penelope: No. I’m just feeling a little ill. I’m sorry but I have to go.
After Penelope left, the men continued their conversation.
Chef: I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare your girl off.
Tony: Don’t worry. It wouldn’t have worked out anyway. I could tell she was a snob the moment I saw her.
Pictures courtesy of Google Images
14 thoughts on “Meeting on Meowsrr”
Ha ha this totally cheered me up thank you. Hugs and Purrs.x
Thank you! Glad you liked it.
Reblogged this on spike the scottish black cat. and commented:
Made my day.
Better luck next time. 🙂
I’m sure there’s a perfect match out there somewhere
Maybe Murry would have been a better choice.
At least she would have known what she was getting. 🙂
Love the photos–my vote would have been for Murray–love that orange fluffy fur
I thought Murray was a keeper
He is definitely the consensus choice. I love the fur.
I think Penelope might want to reconsider Murray. He sounds like a nice guy. But she should stay away from Pete, ’cause his picture is an artist’s rendition. Who knows if it is accurate repurr-sentation of himself? Winky winks.
Murray is a popular kitty. That’s a very good point about Pete. I doubt that Penelope even thought about that.