Having a white cat is sometimes a very strange thing. It is particularly weird when, at 430 am my alarm goes off, I get out of bed and get ready for work, I look down and see this little cat-shaped ghost glide into my room. Its also very strange when she disappears. She does, I'm not sure how does this, but her white coat allows her to just blend into most surrondings.
She's little. Maybe its better said that she is "skinny." Compared to her cat-"brother" Woody, who is a rather stocky cat, she looks almost mal-nourished. She reminds me of a seal. Because Woody is such a blocky cat he is easy to hold on to, nos so much when it comes to Emma. She twists this and way and that and before long, roughly .09 seconds she is out my grasp and running.
Her meow is different than Woody's, or for that matter any other cat I've ever had. Its not a "meow" per se, but more of a throatal tone. It starts out low and then goes higher, but I don't think she opens her mouth.
Her ears are too big for her head. When she gets tired she gets little bags under her eyes. She does a little dance when I give her new water. She lays in the front window all day, turning slightly from time to time to make sure she gets good sun all about.
Her paw pads are pink and so is her nose.
She is one of the strangest little critters.
Cats are — by their very nature — strange.
she looks EXACTLY like my Chloe. EXACTLY.
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