Felicia
We’ve had Felicia for six months now. She’s most ordinary to the casual eye, and yet I’ve never known another cat quite like her. I’ve had affectionate cats, cats attached to humans, even neurotically demanding cats. Felicia is certainly affectionate, but she’s more than that – she’s a cat in love. And inside her arthritic, overweight body blossoms not just any love, but young love, exuberant and energetic (subject to a need for naps and food breaks). She pulls herself up the improvised steps to our bed, one clumsy level at a time, making strange bleating noises, to reach her beloved… who turns out to be, well, just about anyone. She is totally promiscuous in her intense and happy affections. I fully expect that we could move her to a neighbor’s house and they would instantly receive the same attention. But it’s a joyful and focused attention, and you feel that it’s all yours, at least until she sees that flat spot on Allen’s lap, and pulls herself up to move on to her next true love.