Yeah, she’s pretty cute - she’s a very good looking cat - but she’s such a freak. Anti-social, whining drama queen. No joke. If you look at her the wrong way, she’ll let out a wail that sounds like a spoiled child’s high pitched whine. It sounds like she’s saying, “Whhyyyyyyyyhhyyyyyyyyyyyhhyyyyyyyy?” It even includes that little whiny “hnck” hitch at the end of it. It’s like fingers across a chalkboard. But we loves her. She’s lucky she’s so cute.
It might be my fault for giving her a boy’s name. Or my husband’s for nicknaming her “Sea-Bass”. When she’s so obviously a Princess Poofy Pants.
The *real * sweetie is her sister, Kero, but she’s a tiny, scrawny, rescue cat. She only recently got all of her fur back, and has allergies to everything, so her eyes are always full of boogies. But she’s such a lovable little thing, never whines, never bothers anyone, but if you show her you want to hold her, she’ll leap into your arms and tuck her nose under your ear and begin to purr.
You think old Sea Bass would do that? Not a chance!
