Elegant, composed creatures that they are, the perfectly designed animal called Felis Silvestris Catus shares another special right with Canis Lupis Familiaris.
But apart from cute-overload style tumtum exposé, these two mutually diffident creatures are sometimes in the same business of drool manufacture. Of course, the prodigal abilities of the canines leave the felines swishing their tails in studied nonchalance. But the felines, they do their valiant best.
Drool proponents are not an agist club. But certainly, the longer in the tooth one gets, the better one gets at it, as avowed drooler, the Aged Cat, would testify.
On the home front, we have the honour of being minions to a much more modest drooler (who is in the geriatric range himself).
Yes, the resident great white cat, Teddy. He honed his skills in secret, and only began flaunting his abilities after attaining full growth. He only drools when he’s kneading and when he’s sitting on tumtums of the human variety. As befitting his style, his come in slow drips and drabs.