As an update to this thread, I thought I would post some updated photos of this “tortietude” that Boscibo spoke of. Boy howdy. She has exploded in fur.
What was once a faint suggestion of a longhair heritage has taken over her body in an ever-increasing ball of puff.
What was once this and this evolved into this and this.
Every morning, at roughly 6 am, I am awakened by loud purring in the ear, and kneading of my curly hair while she lays on the pillow.
When I am in the shower, she must be on the toilet lid or sitting on the bath mat. When I leave the room she must follow me.
And, as evidenced by this compilation my sister made, the two are getting along just fine.
You should be so lucky; Maggie was a sweatheart. She was the only cat I’ve ever known who you could pick up off your lap, stand up, and put her back down without waking her up. And she was once mistaken for a fuel pump.
Just wait until she grows into all that fur. Or, god forbid, the fur keeps growing too…
