Leah is our cat.
She has a sister named Chloe.
Both names were taken from the Left Behind series of books by Tim LaHaye and Jerry Jenkins. They both have blue eyes with the silvery markings of being part Siamese.
As is normal for cats, they will suddenly take off through the house at full speed, for no apparent reason other than boredom and excess energy. When this happens, you have to get out of their way or take the risk of getting run over.
Leah is the weaker of the two, always getting picked on by Chloe. She is thin and skittish, probably due to the ongoing terrorism she lives through daily.
I call her ‘Leah-Lady’ because she acts like Miss Priss, so dainty and feminine.
Leah is not really one for play. Every once in a while, she will find something on the floor to play with … a small ball, a piece of paper that I had once scrunched up for Chloe to play with, or something that her sister found in her snooping around and carried off.
I also call Leah ‘fuzzy-butt’ because she has long hair and when she walks away from you, she looks like a kid that is wearing too-big snow pants shoved into too-small snow boots.
Leah will take the ornaments off the Christmas tree….
… and has, on more than one occasion, climbed up into the tree to hide from her sister.
Most of the time, though, she would rather sit and watch Chloe act ridiculous.
I love Chloe for her devilish troublemaking; but Leah has made a soft spot grow in me filled with love and protectiveness.
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© Drusilla Mott and https://drusillamott.wordpress.com, 2011