Sophie Lynn. The furry lady. I got her just after Toby had to be put down. At the time, I had another cat, Milo. He wasn’t very happy after Toby left us and it showed. Luckily, my Aunt Kathy’s sister and brother in law found Sophie somewhere in Dayton at about the same time. She was welcomed by Milo and he seemed to enjoy not being alone anymore.
True to tortie fashion, she is a love bug. She greets me in the morning when I come home from work. She wants to be with me first and then the food bowl. She wants to lay in my lap while I’m watching YouTube videos before work. She shreds paper if I don’t pay attention to her.
Her estimated age is about 12 years right now. She was a stray so there’s no definitive way to tell. She’s my lady cat and my little clown.