melancholyShe loved children, and would actively seek them out and encourage them to fuss over her. Her feet were more than just polydactyl---they were fully-functional "baseball glove polydactyl" on the front feet, which she used like thumbs. Which made her quite adapt at not only getting into things, but manipulating everything from cereal box liners (which she would refold after helping herself!) to experimenting with the computer keyboard.
She was born somewhere around the 4th of July, 1985, which makes her about the same age as my older goddaughter. I'd recently lost a cat, and was checking the pound regularily. She reached out and hooked me over, and very shortly had me convinced to spring her from the place. It was characteristic of how she operated. If it hadn't been me, I'm sure it would have been someone else. But I was kind of her "chosen companion," and she did the choosing, not me. Unlike most cats, she always commnicated it was *me* she was interested in, not the food or what I could do for her. After all, she knew she could get her needs met by anyone she could manipulate, and she manipulated people regularily. I always got the impression that she was quite willing to take on a pit bull in my defense, and was much more like...not a dog, but a person...in that way.
Dammit, I'm going to miss her.
