Sofia is the reason I have cats. I love black cats, and when I went to see her litter, I wanted 'a black girl and a sister, please'. I didn't mind what colour the sister was... but I did want my black cat! Seems daft when you consider that Ava is a highly desirable, and rather unusual, grey tabby smoke!
I will admit to being very green about cat ownership in those days and totally oblivious to the fact that the price I paid for Sofia- £150- was far more than the usual price of a black moggy kitten. Was I had? Not a chance... I adore both these sisters and they were the best decision I ever made.
Sofia, also called Sofie, Sofe and Portly Puss (she's a little overweight!) is the Grande Dame of the cat community. She can quell Theo with a smack, Ava with a glare and even Indigo's posturing doesn't move her any, not that Indigo doesn't try her best. She and Indigo do not get on: both believe they are top cat and neither are prepared to back down. They are kept mostly separate, which makes life a great deal easier... for me!
Sofia loves the feather wand, being brushed, a good chin scratch and as for catnip... oh yes! She's not vocal, the only time I ever heard her meow was at the vets with a thermometer stuck somewhere unmentionable, and frankly I'd have meowed too! She does have a lovely purr though. What is it that's so satisfying about a cat purring? I'll occasionally wake up in the night so find Sofia sitting on my head, rumbling away, which makes me very happy.
Ah, happy thoughts! Anyway that's Sofia. She's rather reserved and aloof, and then suddenly unexpectedly friendly... I love her very much.
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