The characteristics fit mine pretty well. She's a cuddler, she's always purring, she has an odd little voice (more of a screech than a true "meow," like our tabby).
When we first got her, she was RIDICULOUS about food. She'd start crying if we went anywhere near her bowl or the food bag, she'd clean her bowl within seconds and then go after the tabby's food (we had to separate them during mealtimes for the first month or two), and if we dropped any of our own food she'd bolt for it and eat it no matter what it was.
That may have been due to being a shelter cat and maybe only being fed once/twice a day or however they did it. I don't think she was a floor cat who had to compete for food, but who knows. She's gotten much better about it now.
My kitty is jet black, and she'd definitely attached to just my H and I, but she's about as cuddly as a pin cushion. She'll act like she wants to snuggle all sweet, and then less than 5 minutes later she'll be digging all four paws of claws into you as she springboards away and goes racing off. She's also very picky about her food; she doesn't eat a ton of dry cat food and is it took us several different attempts to find a treat she'd eat and not just sniff at.
Umm... also, mods, ignore this as a report to V's last post. Not sure WTF is going on with that.
Post by MarmeeNoir on Aug 17, 2012 16:13:12 GMT -5
This is my bitchy cat, Siva. She is temperamental, but is loving when she wants to be. I've been her momma for six years and I cry because she'll probably die before I do. :*(
The characteristics fit mine pretty well. She's a cuddler, she's always purring, she has an odd little voice (more of a screech than a true "meow," like our tabby).
We think our older guy, Nero, is a Bombay. He is the friendliest cat I've ever seen. He is also super smart. When we first got him, DH and I had been to Ikea and had gotten some small stuffed animals for SD for Easter. We'd left them on the kitchen table. The next morning, he had knocked the owl off of the table. When DH picked it up to put back on the table, Nero's ears perked up and he watched it attentively. So DH tossed it down the hall, and Nero's love of Mr. Owl began.
We were so afraid that the original Mr. Owl would fall apart, so we bought 6 more from Ikea and kept them in my bedside table. He knew they were there. After I'd leave for work, he would go in the lower part of the table that was open and would paw at the drawer above to open it. Once open, he would free all of the other owls.