I knew that. From her picture.
I didn't know the terminology!
My objection to the salted caramel ice cream I was eating was that to me salted caramel should have the contrast of salt crystals. Without that, it's just salty caramel. Mind you, any trend that brings me caramel can't be all bad.
Yes to all of that, with the addition that half the things I eat that are called salted caramel aren't even salty!
Pumpkin is technically a calico, but that fails to express her mixedupness. She's a tortie-orngtabby-tux. All those marks are definite, on one teeny cat. Asleep in the hottest spot.
What's her personality, Jesse?
Mid-level Cat? Not needy-puppy like Homer, for sure, but not scaredy-cat, either. She likes to sit on the sofa nearish me, randomly runs around a fair amount, meows a little.
Hah, love that title. I've got a puppy toddler clown and a super affectionate version of The Brain.
I want a mid-level cat, one who's happy to be near me but doesn't have to be on me.
Yeah, it's pretty pleasant.
I know Slinky is feeling affectionate when she lies near me on the couch. She only climbs on me if I have food she wants.
Aw, mid-level cat might be optimal.
Jadzia is a tabby/calico. She kind of looks like a patchwork of tabby. Tortoiseshells are my favorite but I haven't had one in a long time. They are so pretty. And never male, and those sex-linked genes always fascinate me.
I could do without Loki's penchant for knocking things off/attacking jewelry when bored or whatever, but I do like both of their physicality. Devi was a proximity cat, but always near and always talking. But it's nice to have a frequent not fussy lap/full body cat too. MK, oh, that cat. So pokey, so determined, so impossible to resist. Current crew actually has a back off mode, chosen by them, of course.
Koogie insisted on being on me, but his ideal was to be draped over my shoulder with his butt on my arm. This left my dominant hand free and was not too inconvenient. The Happy Cat, however, wants to be held, and even then can't decide if his butt or his head needs to be shoved into my face.
Still, neither of them can match Shadow, who when an adorable black fluffball of a kitten, once curled up in my cupped hands and took a nap. Besotted me sat there and held him for half an hour till he woke up.