(I feel as though I'm about to write an essay for school!) My bf and I adopted Sofia two years ago; she was a 3 month old tortoiseshell who had been found living under someone's porch. When we took her from the cage at the cat shelter, she placed one paw on each of our arms. She chose us!
When I'm sick she's always there beside me or on top of me. She'll sometimes wake me up by licking my chin or, more aggressively, heaving her body on top of mine. Oof! Once she got into our clothes hamper and when I found her she was sprawled out on the floor wearing a pair of my underwear! I grabbed the underwear but she was so entangled in it that I picked her up as well. She purred as though it were all part of her plan. She's done this several times, luckily we didn't have any visitors around. She's crazy about bras as well...which are more difficult to get her out of. As a result, I have to be careful anytime I do laundry--make sure the hamper lid's securely closed and quickly put away my clean underclothes.
When I first took her to the vet, the nurse called out her name, "SOFA!" I was like, Sofa? Why would I name my cat Sofa? I named her after Sofia Loren because of the black lining around her eyes. Unfortunately, "Sofa" stuck. I call her Sofa-cat and so do my friends, which gives us this image of a huge, soft cat that'd comfortable to sit on--something straight out of a Miyazaki animation. (Sofa-cat's only ten pounds, so please don't sit on her!)
Other than underwear, her obsessions include twisty-ties (either for the little baggies or garbage bag). She'll actually fetch them for you if you throw it--a game that can last as long as 20 minutes! I can't tell you how many black twisty-ties she's swatted under the refrigerator.
I'm glad you started this thread, Ruchie. I've enjoyed reading everyone's posts and seeing pictures. It's made me appreciate my little Sofa-cat even more!
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