I adore Felicity. She is wonderful, and lovable and undeniably cute.
But she does have some flaws (she had a difficult kittenhood – what can I say?).
Ten things that are sweet about Felicity:
- She loves me. She follows me around from room to room, all day, because wherever I am is where she wants to be.
- She loves Mr Dreamy. Whenever he sits down she crawls on his lap and cuddles up.
- She is very gentle with old people, and children. She was exceptionally sweet to Nana when she met her.
- She never tries to eat people food. You can leave anything – milk, fish, steak, butter, anything – on the counter and she won’t eat it.
- She never begs for food, or demands that we wake up to feed her.
- She isn’t whiney. I can’t abide cats that whine.
- She comes and sits with you when you are upset. If I started crying, Felicity will be cuddled up to me in less than a minute.
- She comes when you call. Always.
- She chirps and peeps and trills when she wants to be fed, but only if you are already on the way to the kitchen.
- She loves when you come home. Even if you leave for weeks and only a pet-sitter visits her, you aren’t in trouble for leaving her, you are the best thing ever for coming home again.
Seven things aren’t always so sweet about Felicity (I couldn’t think of 10, which is a good thing).
- She is demanding. She wants what she wants, when she wants it, and, by-golly, if you don’t pet her, she will attack your calf and bite your ankle.
- She really is an ankle-biter (see above)
- She holds grudges. Un-lap her and she will glare at you for half an hour, attempt ankle biting, and sulk.
- She is in charge. She gets petted when she wants to get petted, and pushes your hand away when she doesn’t want to be petted.
- She bites and scratches when she is mad. She is getting much better about this, but still takes the occasional swipe.
- She thinks sewing is play time. Fabric is for hide and seek, and patterns are for ripping to shreds.
- She claws furniture.