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My SPCA kitties are all grown now, with distinct personalities. Grady the
Gray Guy is a born supervisor, fond of petting and affection and sleeping
on the bed. He is serene in the knowledge that he possesses a
Y-chromosome, and therefore deserves to rule.
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| Lacey, the quicksilver tabby girl, is fast and funny
and athletic. Though shy around strangers, she has considerable charm and
likes napping under the covers. If these guys were lions living on the
African veldt, it would be easy to imagine Grady as the King of Beasts,
while Lacey would do the actual hunting for him. <g> |
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Lacey and Grady, just hangin’ out.
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| This is Cleocatra, my “half cat.” She belongs to a
friend but stays at my house when he travels. I’ve known her since she
had the size and speed of a furry little tennis ball. They broke the mold
after they made Cleo, probably figuring that the right angle bend at the
end of her tail and the permanent cowlick (catlick?) between her shoulder
blades constituted manufacturing defects. But she’s a charming, very
entertaining little cat, even though she did teach Lacey how to hiss.
The house is always livelier when she’s visiting. |
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