Sox

Sox
Originally uploaded by Ravenmn.

I don't remember why we decided that our daughters could have their "own" cats. Fruitbat was mine and Squeak was Ravenhub's. Somehow it seemed fair to let the girls pick out a cat of their own.

We went to a humane society adoption event and Sox was youngest Ravendaughter's choice. Sox is a cat who decided to get along with everyone and let nothing bother her too much. Ravendaughter moved out of the house, but Sox stayed on.

She has claimed the upstairs as her own. She waits for the first sign of wakefulness from either of us and then proceeds to demand her morning petting. This involves prancing around and then flopping (plop!) upon her side while we pet whatever part of her body she presents to us.

Sox has the voice of a hard-drinking, hard-driving bar-tending woman. Scratchy and drawling, her meows sound like the most cynical pontifications of your standard barfly.

Damn cute, though, isn't she?