I must tell you the story that attracted me to the woman from Italy:
" the stagehand prepared the mouse for auction. She was bound from her ankles to her shoulders with her arms by her side in clear cellophane. The beauty of her body was wrapped tightly as if she were a pound of meat soon to be auctioned, and in fact she was.

She was lead hobbiling clumsily to the stage where she would be auctioned off to an audience of cats. What awaited her was unknown nor did anyone care.
The auction was to raise money for charity. The charity was poor and although they secretly knew where the money came from they accepted it with a blind eye.

At first the bidding was slow. No one showed particular interest in this small mouse. But then the shrewdest most powerful cat of all saw something in the mouse's fearful eyes. She bid high on the mouse. She had a reputation for buying only the finest of mice and her interest started a bidding frenzy. All the cats wanted to own the small mouse.

Eventually the powerful cat won her prize. The little mouse hobbled out to the cat's limousine where the chauffer picked her up as he would any purchase and placed her in the trunk with the other two mice the cat had purchased that evening"

That story led to an online IM affair that had me waiting for every noontime as if I would die if I didn't get my daily fix of my cat's domination