You wouldn’t call Kittles elegant, you wouldn’t call her delicate or dainty. You only call Kittles when it’s time for dinner.
Kittles is the Girl Next Door.
The Girl Next Door represents a distinct stereotype, an unassuming and honest character as opposed to a flashier sort. That’s Kittles alright, she won’t win a Beauty Contest, she doesn’t need these accolades for she has a heart of gold.
She’s quite welcome to sit on my veranda when the weather gets a bit damp as long as the woman-who-feeds-me doesn’t go overboard and lavish too much attention on a cat who is, after all, only a neighbour. All attention is rightfully mine and not available for sharing. Still, a few words here and there is quite acceptable and I enjoy a little chat with Kittles myself.
She’s a great improvement over that snooty Siamese from over the back lane! Now there’s an elegant cat for you but cold, totally cold, in the soul.