This is Mario. I was lucky to get a photo of him by himself because he usually has at least one or two cats who follow him around RAPS’ cat sanctuary, rubbing against him and twining their tails ecstatically around his. What is the source of his charisma? For starters, he’s white and orange and fluffy. Okay, let’s face it – he’s one gorgeous hunk of a feline! If he were human, he’d be one of the beaufiful people, you know the ones I mean, the ones with flawless complexions who wear dark shades and drive fast, sleek cars. Speaking of speed, Mario has just one – slow and easy. Maybe it’s that laid-back, cool dude attitude that attracts not only the girls but some of the boy cats as well. Maybe it’s just feline pheromones. Whatever it is, Mario never has to worry about looking good – there’s always an admirer willing to groom his beautiful long fur. But there’s a price to pay for those good looks. Poor Mario, plagued by groupies, just can’t find a moment’s peace or a place to sleep alone. Despite squeezing that hunky body into the tiniest basket, some determined fan always tries to snuggle in with him. But, like most great beauties, even Mario has a flaw, although he doesn’t like to talk about it. In fact, he doesn’t like to say much at all because, despite being so macho, Mario possesses only a squeaky little voice. Isn’t it a relief to know that no one is perfect?
