The Lady Feline Trio

Since yesterday was all about Tumnus, I thought today should be about my lady cats!

First, there's Maggie.  Magrathea.  She's named after the planet Zaphod Beeblebrox wants to get to in The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy.  She sweet and quiet, and has a funny sort of old-lady wheeze meow.  She's an obsessive lap-sitter.  All you have to do is be down for a moment before she's running over and trying to balance on you.  Her one less-than-awesome quirk is that she also will randomly decide you're doing something she doesn't like -- sometimes you're petting her and she wants you to stop, sometimes you aren't doing anything at all and suddenly she turns her head and sort of "barks" in anger, and swats at you.  This can be a once-and-done, or it can make her hiss and jump off your lap.  Oddly enough, she's usually back again in a minute or two as if nothing happened.  Her other favorite pastime is lying on top of you as you sleep.  She's always our bedtime companion.

Next is Hazelnut.  She's the most loveable, the most energetic, the most Everything.  She has a two-part meow, a low trill and then a slide up to a higher maow.  "Trroow-Mraow?"  It's the most fun to try to imitate and, if you do it to her, she'll usually reciprocate with another.  Very sweet.  She's actually got a damaged eye -- not sure of the circumstances because she is a rescue, but it is very likely she was born with it.  It's almost as if her right eye is one huge cataract, so glazed over it's almost black at parts. We suspect she can see shadows, but aside from a little gracelessness and some apparent lack of depth perception, it doesn't affect her at all.  She's the cat who runs to the door when someone visits.  The first one to jump up to greet newcomers.  She's not a big lap-sitter, but she will sit nearby, usually nestled into the couch next to you or on the arm of a chair.  She's hugely furry and we suspect part Maine Coon.  The only thing we've ever seen her show the slightest fear of is a hair-dryer.  We call her "the Nut" mostly, because she's a bit nutty.

Last is Emmy.  Artemis.  She was my first.  I adopted her and her brother, Oliver, from a local no-kill shelter.  Oliver "Ollie" lives with my Dad in Florida now -- but Emmy is with me and her now three feline siblings.  She's my darling.  She's affectionate, a big talker, very petite and agile.  She is the most graceful of all the cats, able to leap tall banisters in a single bound.  She loves rubbing her head on everything and when she's not intimidated by the other cats, she likes to sit on my lap and knead dough.  I think she'd prefer if it was just me and her in this world, and it took her a long, long time to get used to the other cats, but things have adjusted.  She loves being petted and sleeps next to me in bed when there's room.  She's my sweetheart, my Emmy-wems, and I forgive her anything.  Even that year-long stretch where she peed on everything.