She was one of the most photographed cats, having selfies with lots of the children and a few adults yet to grow up, on the cusp of really wanting a Devon Rex but male partners standing well back stating that allergies were the thing stopping their beloveds owning a cat. I remember ManSlave trying that one on when they got me. Momma ignored him and got me anyway. OK, so he is terribly allergic, but that's what antihistamines are for and HEPA filters and such like. Never devoid your partner of any Devon Rex!
She had two tantrums during the day. The first was excusable after a three hour stint of 'heavy petting' from the general public. Momma has a great technique for slowing the public down. Baby wipes. It keeps the line busy wiping hands ready for a stroke and then it draws a crowd where by a little talk about the breed ensues. This helps to calm Flaire, who was getting mighty fidgety by hour three. But the crowds just kept coming. Then it happened, ManSlave turned up with reserves and BAM! She went into scream mode, standing on her hind legs, straining against her harness, yelling his name. DADDDDDDEEEEEE. Oh my, the crowds all grabbed their children to safety whilst she bounced and plunged and sprang and yelled, with no amount of malice, no claws, no hissing or swearing... just full on stamping feet to get to her only real human love. Fair is fair. She had cuddles and was given a yummy lunch and went for a long hours sleep. Where upon tantrum number two happened... like any baby woken from the afternoon nap acts, grumpy and lethargic and muzzy headed. She was aptly named monkey cat by quite a few children and after a few quiet words and a few stern 'lay down' from Momma who was trying not to laugh at her antics, she finally settled for an other 2hrs of stroking and fussing, then more noms and a long rest in her hammock. Folks were still peering in and she didn't mind this one bit, but at the very end of the day there was a sweet little girl who loved her so much she kept coming back and Flaire finally said her goodbyes and went to her pen where she then gave the little girl a few choice words through the bars. Oh my, I hope she wasn't tainted by her experience of a swearing baby?
I don't think I could put up with children touching my tail and stroking my bum and tickling my chin. Nope, I shall leave that up to the CatWomen. They are much more placid. Well, most are. Faith swore at the crowds in 2014 whilst her daughter, Lillibet, soaked up the attention and laid all day out in the public eye. She would not, however, wear a harness like Flaire had to. Oh no... she wanted to be naked with no restrictions. Flaire is good in this way, Momma made her wear a harness from a small age. Now it's normal. She will be as good as me in it one day. Well, we are all very proud of our little Queen of Scots, she really gave the public a close eye on the breed and hopefully dispelled the myth that we are shaved like Alpacas or Poodles and that our coats are naturally curly, dense and very very soft. OK, The CatWomen's are, I am spiky like a loo brush. The looks on the faces of so many was enchanting as they bend to stroke the fur and then utter surprise at just how soft it really is. That is what makes a good show and tell. Surprise and education!