Sassy DLH Brown Tabby Age 6
Sassy was in a litter of kittens that my birth dad's cat had when we went up to visit. She is a polydactyl, which means she has one extra digit on her front paws...so Sassy is short for Sasquatch.
We had a long drive ahead of us to bring her home and only a cardboard box to put her in but she ended up sitting on my lap for the entire 8 hour trip. My birth dad kindly fed her breakfast before we left...bacon. Lovely, she threw up about an hour into the trip and with my fantastic aim I made sure it all went into her cardboard box. This of course meant we needed to stop and aquire another box. By "we" I mean "Scott", apparently this isn't a regular occurence and I do believe he got some rather strange looks from the roadside "cafe" we stopped at. He reads...he may comment on this.
Sassy and my first cat developed a real friendship together. They were often found curled together and when my first cat died Sassy was a little lost. She recovered but she never found another cat to bond with, she likes other cats but none so much as my first cat.
Now she's not very affectionate, she's no lap cat and she hates being picked up. Some nights though she sits on my pillow boring her eyes into my head until I spread my hair out for her to knead. On really special nights she leaves little tendrils of drool in my hair.
Sassy has had her own basket since she was a kitten, it moved with us and it is hers. How she squishes herself into this thing I will never know but she loves that and that is where she usually sleeps.