Meet B. She is the original cat of the house. I knew I didn’t want a Siamese cat because they are vocal, but I assumed the initial meowing was related to being in the shelter and not typical behavior. Looking back, I should have recognized the hint of triangle in her face and the fact that very few of the other shelter cats were meowing in their cages. I got her soon after moving into my own condo, having just been through a divorce and feeling the emptiness in the rooms. She was immediately confident and full of character. B fills those rooms and along with a big section of my bed, managing to take up (what feels like) a 3rd of the space with her stretched out legs and inconvenient spooning. She isn’t worried about being polite and will traipse all over you while scream meowing, knowing that it will likely get her fed sooner. She sometimes just wants to talk, keeping her words short and garbled. One time she got sick and lost her voice – it was the sweetest week of her life. She likes to play but is often overwhelmed by the complexity of the string. It’s hard to tell if she’s dumb as a rock or half blind but both could be the source of the half second delay before she spastically swings at the passing toy. She is adamant about two things, staying on the bed (maneuvering through an entire changing of the sheets) and sitting on your lap. You don’t ever have to worry about offending her. She will always come back. Thankfully, that’s exactly what I want her to do.