Now it’s time to meet my other kitty, Lucy! She’s from the same litter as her brother. Although you can’t really tell from the pictures, she’s about as small as her brother is big. He’s big, she’s dainty.
Lucy very rarely gets called by her name. In fact, until she spent two weeks at the vet, I doubt she knew her name! She was probably there going “I don’t know this Lucy you speak of, I’m Baby Girl.” I usually call her baby girl, occasionally Rotten or Spazz.
She doesn’t understand the concept of covering her junk in the litterbox. Though, I think this may be a female cat thing because my grandma’s cat does the same thing. Anyways, she perches on the side of the box and scratches the wall. Pudge comes along and covers it for her.
She’s completely rotten. She spent two weeks at the vet after she got spayed because she got two staples out within an hour of getting home. She wouldn’t leave them alone. She is one of the sweetest kitties, though, and the vets all fell in love with her. They even sent her home with her favorite toy, which is highly unusual.
She is always looking for something to get into. She’s only peaceful when she’s sleeping. Other than that, she’s always on the move. She loves trashcans– big, small, empty, full, she doesn’t care! I can’t keep her out of them no matter what I do. She’s also fascinated by the microwave and the rewinding VCR.