Many, many years ago, the humans rescued a kitty and kept her until they found her a good home. She showed up one night at a meditation workshop they were attending. She just walked in, flopped down and made herself at home. The center was located on a busy Hollywood street, so she was apparently homeless.
My first impression of her was not a good one, since my human’s boyfriend immediately took her for a checkup and to be spayed. In her getup, I did not think she was fashion forward.
She had some very strange habits. For example, she was always killing my human’s stuffed animals.
And she had that water fetish that some of you other kitties have that I don’t understand.
Even so, we did get to be friends eventually. She knew the value of a good box.
She and Binga did not get along. Partly because she kissed up to the dog, and Binga thought the dog was her sole property. For the whole month the kitty lived with us, Binga did not speak in her normal tone of voice, just in falsetto.
Eventually someone from the meditation class said she wanted her, so my humans packed her up and took her to her new home. But they were very sad to see her go. I was a little too… but to be honest, she was kind of bossy.