Word: catting
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Dates: during 2000-2009
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...balmy evening in Tokyo, the city's glamourati are sipping champagne at an outdoor bash promoting Jaguar's new XKR convertible. In glass cages, go-go girls in cat costumes undulate in time to a disco beat. There is an air of anticipation?and it's not for the party's black, 250-km/h centerpiece. Suddenly, amid a mob of paparazzi, two women prance in wearing body-clinging leopard-print dresses. As the crowd shrieks, Kyoko Kano, the elder of the slinky duo, dismisses the dancing girls with a flick of her green contact-lensed eyes. "They're the kittens...
...moronic by any measure, Corky lacks common sense and is naive to the ways of the world. His innocence is cute, and his incessant grin begs you to just run up and pinch his little cheeks. And aside from the standard problem of trying to put an overfed, bloated cat to sleep, things are going well for him, until he recieves a phone call from his estranged family. He quickly finds out that not only is his father sick, but apparently, the family business doesn’t involve tile or stucco—it involves running numbers and other...
...Cats have nine lives. So why shouldn't MICHAEL JORDAN, coolest cat ever to play for the NBA, make another comeback? After slyly toying with fans and the cash-strapped league, His Airness has signed a two-year contract with his Washington Wizards. This is probably the first time in the history of the NBA that the temporary resignation of a part owner and director of basketball operations has caused a run on season tickets. The questions abound: Can he play? Can he play well enough to lift a team that has made the play-offs exactly once...
...change his diapers, put on his clothes and cut his food into tiny bits. Whenever she tried to let him eat by himself, mangled pieces of chicken would fall from his tiny mouth and scatter around his metallic chair until someone, usually my mother, cleaned it up or the cat got hungry. After lunch he would struggle, the muscles on his face contorted as he used his arms to propel his body toward his bath down the hall. I tried talking to him, but he never responded with anything more than a muffled grunt or a confused glance. Maybe...
...think there was a side to him I never knew about. We just knew him as smiling John, the guy who’d always stop to chat or touch a cat or talk to a kid,” Cable says. “But I never had dinner at his house and he never had dinner here...