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Finding the Exotic in the Ordinary

I have a rare and highly prized dwarf leaping panther with beautiful white marking across the head and chest. Oh you wish you could have such a rare and exotic feline gracing your home. It's no secret, she is fabulous. 

And did I mention rare? She's the only one of her kind. Not another like her exists now or ever. She is stupendously and uniquely rare. I seem to have used the word rare four..do'h! Five times. I have used ra-errr...that word five times.

What spectacular creature could I be describing? The positively lazy american short hair cat currently napping on top of my television. 

"A cat? You can't be serious?!"

Oh, but I am.

Exotic is defined as:

adj.

  • From another part of the world; foreign: exotic tropical plants in a greenhouse. See synonyms at foreign.
  • Intriguingly unusual or different; excitingly strange: "If something can be explained simply, in a familiar way, then it is best to avoid more exotic explanations" (Chet Raymo). See synonyms at fantastic.
  • Of or involving striptease: an exotic dancer.

We can ignore that last one, as I'm sure my cat hasn't been moonlighting at the local nudie bar.

But what could possibly make her "exotic"? 

First off, who defines what can be counted as exotic? Jut because Jack told Jill his newest pet is exotic doesn't make it so. You see a fantastic creature from a far off distant land, I see a locally bred critter that hasn't been close to the homeland for 5 generations. I don't know why you'd call that exotic. It most certainly didn't recently come from there.

No. I'm pretty sure that came from some guy's basement.

But my dwarf leaping panther is exotic indeed. She is herself. She does so many stupidly absured things around the house, exotic is just the word that comes to mind. She refuses to drink out of a dish, but dips her paw (the right one only it seems) into the water and licks the liquid that her fur soaked up. Her day is not complete until she runs over my face at least five times in a single day, and whatever food I'm eating is hers by right apparently.

You cat, your dog, that obnoxious bird you have that tells people to eff off, is exotic indeed. Your companion is one of a kind. And even if it didn't come with a hefty price tag, take joy out of the fact that it so didn't come from a guys basement! 

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