Friday, January 30, 2009
I hope that there is a kitty Heaven with a warm radiator for little Shannon to hide behind.
She had the highest-pitched meow of any cat I've ever known. She sounded like a kitten, even as a full-grown cat.
She hated being picked up. And she would not sit on your lap. You could pet her but only if you sat really still and didn't pursue her if she jumped down.
She was wary of any non-catfood offered to her, except tuna. She would eat meat, but only if you weren't looking directly at her.
In every place we lived except our current house, her favorite place was the top of the cabinets. In our house, her favorite place was inside the box spring of our bed.