Reply #2: it wasn't the meow that got us, it was the pained jade green eyes [View All]

[Donnachaidh]

barely looking over the cat pan in the cage at the pound. And the fact that this furbaby was so frightened and curled into itself that the pound mistakenly labeled her a HIM. The fear, and the exhaustion were palpable.

Two years later we have a house diva, who doesn't meow all that often, but she has an odd purr - it sounds like 2 different octaves at once. We've dubbed it the double-barreled purr. And she runs the house, at least at feeding times. All other hours she's lounging in a sunny window.

Those furry little hearts are the best, even when you're not expecting them.