Though still quite far from becoming actual parents, domestic life has had some interesting changes lately after we've brought the new meowler home. This is Siopao, our six-month-old furball. The pet store called him a Persian, but for a shop that deals mainly in reptiles, I think that ranks them low in the credibility department — especially when you kind of get an inkling that the owner thinks cats are just a smaller breed of dog.
The idea of getting a cat started out with a joke of a name. Siopao is a local meat bun that was rumored to have been filled with cat meat a few years back. So see, white and fluffy on the outside, meaty on the inside, and a dot that marks it as bola-bola.
I think he looks like a ragamuffin, but he doesn't go limp when you pick him up (one of the striking characteristics of ragamuffins). In fact, most times he goes all sorts of puppy: follows you around, plays catch, pants and lolls his tongue when he gets excited over a game. Whatever breed he actually is, he's gorgeous and knows it.