Lately I’ve been noticing that whenever either Taz or Suzie Q makes a sound, usually in response to being petted, Mickie comes running to see what’s going on.
I think because she’s figured out that whenever Chris or I do something that warrants a squawk from either cat, there is either food or attention being handed out. And she wants her share, by golly.
She turned a year old last month, and is about the same size now as Suzie. But she’s barrel-chested and broad shouldered, and if she grows into those attributes she may turn out to be half mountain lion.
She’s certainly got the fearless attitude of someone growing up to be the biggest cat in all the land.
