Don't let the serious face fool you, Dizzy is our resident goofball. Also known as "Dizzy Bee," "Polly*," and "Psycho kitteh, qu'est-ce que c'est," she plays fetch with toy mice, has one of the loudest and most persistent motors I've ever heard, chatters and makes a very concerned face whenever I sneeze, and has been known to step into the bath with me if I don't come out as soon as she wants me to. She also adores parmigiano reggiano and Clover Stornetta's peach yogurt.
Aaaand she likes to chase her tail, and attack a certain corner of the living room rug. Told you she was a goofball. Here's a more in-character pose for her:
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Monday, June 15, 2009
* She loves to sit on our shoulders, particularly if said shoulders provide a convenient launch pad for a leap onto the tallest bookcases. She'll also jump on my shoulders first thing in the morning, as I brush my teeth, and stay there until I sit down so that she can move to my lap.
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I'm glad I'm not the only one who has a cat with multiple names. One of my cats named Percy, decided a while back that he didn't like Percy any more and would only come to Purpleton ( and the sound of food opening ) He is also quite affectionately called "Merpy" because he makes this funny little "merp" noise when he runs, I think because the owners we rescued him from had him declawed. Poor kitty toes.
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