

I swear...this girl is the most playful little thing. If she isn't trying to attack me or my feet, she goes into stalking mode and starts pouncing at everything. And she seems to think everything exists to be her plaything! I've seen her play with grass, sticks, rocks, bottle cans, yarn, toilet paper, pretty much anything that can be scratched or chewed on! Even my brother!

When she first wandered up to our home, she was the frailest skinniest little thing we ever saw. I doubt that she had been alive for less than a week or two. Even though she is doing a lot better now since we have been taking care of her, I think her hard beginning had a slight effect. She has one of the weakest meows, but strongest purrs I have ever heard!
