Note from Reyna's New Owners
is still long and lithe, just bigger. Her golden eyes and sable
very striking, and her athletic abilities are remarkable.
. . . incredibly adorable and lovey, and when she gets
excited, she talks in a high, chirpy, expressive voice.
news on Pam's lap, occupies a chair next to me while I'm working, and
above our heads on our pillows, as if protecting us from other jungle
creatures. She lets us clip her claws, which is a big
favorite game is batting around crumpled balls of paper, which she will
and bring back to us to throw again, or just bat around with tremendous
energy. She's quite the athlete.
Note from Cindra's People
We decided to name her "Cindra"
[from the French Cinderella or "Cindrellon," meaning "from the ashes"].
Cindra has coal black, shiny fur (with lots of white specks and black
on black stripes) and gold eyes.
is fearless, launching herself into a room without any concern
whatsoever about never being there before. She is not afraid of any of
the [adult cats], [not] even our "Goliath" Cashmere, who outweighs her
by a good 10 pounds. She chases the adults around, which is hysterical
to watch. Believe it or not, she is our loudest talker. She "talks" and
tells us about everything! She . . . is now close to 9 [pounds].
bought some cat toys for Cindra. Unlike the other erstwhile kittens who
played with the toys a little now and then, [and] as adults largely
ignore them, Cindra [still] loves to chase and retrieve the fur
"mousies." She is also smart enough to know what drawer we store them
in. She meows either while sitting on the counter over the drawer or
standing just below it. She generally makes herself a nuisance about it
until we get another mousie out. She tires both our pitching arms out
throwing the mousie down the hall for what seems like hours at a time.
She chases after it and brings it back. She is constantly dropping
mousies in the community food dish for "safekeeping" or under the
refrigerator, couch, or closet door to also keep it "safe." --From
whom, we don't know since the others don't play with them. The last
stash I ran across was a record seven fur mice that got lost under the
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