Nora Charles never meows either. What is the deal with that?
She DOES like to walk on her tip-toes. She is very light. Dances. Really dances, like a ballerina. No, like Tinkerbelle.
She loves to be petted. When you reach down, she leans back on her hind feet and stands up and rams her nose into your hand. Trying to pet herself. She's an auto-petter. When she's had her abrading run against your hand, she falls to her feet and does a spin-round to get back in position to do it again. You just have to hold still, and she will pet herself.
Feather duster.
Fluffy feather-duster ballerina.
Her fur is really soft, and she keeps it so clean it is full of air. She's a big airball. When you pick her up, she weighs half of what you expect. It's amazing. She's all air with a little stick inside.
Dainty.
Hard to pick up almost, because you try to close your hands around her, but she isn't really there. She's inside there, way in there. Keep squeezing. Keep squeezing ~ okay ~ okay ~ there you go. "She's skinny!" But she takes up a whole chair seat, easy.
When she gets excited for food or pets she goes in circles and stops and gets on her tip-toes and puts her tail straight up in the air and shakes it. Like a quill pen. "EEEeeeeeeeeeee!" she says. Her tail is as big as your leg, it looks like another animal stuck on there. Like a Lippazaner stallion. Like someone's vain military hat.
She has a really wide nose, too. Like a lion's nose. Like an Airplane. Looks like a rug spread out, of serengeti brown. I like to pet it with my thumb.
"Where did you get this nose? Who did you steal this nose from?" |
