I am Sophee; my registered name is Ms. Sophista-Kat. I am a calico, straight-eared Scottish Fold born in January 2012. I have the same father as Inkee-Bear and the same mother as Gracee. I might be the smallest but I have the loudest purr…I weigh less than 7 pounds. I love to play and let all of the other cats groom me. View Sophee's Posts.
Our hooman lost a hooman that she admired, RUTH BADER GINSBURG. We're sharing two of RBG's quotes from "In Her Own Words:" ----"Sometimes people ask me, 'So now there are three of you.
SPIRIT: We're celebrating what today?
SOPHEE: Memorial Day -- used to be called Decoration Day. (Remembrance Day is a Holiday celebrated in other countries on our Veterans Day. My apologies.)
SPIRIT: In memory of what?
SOPHEE: In memory of all the animals and hoomans killed in wars.
SPIRIT: Killed? What's war?
GRACEE: OMG!! Mother's Day? Didn't we just celebrate that? Guess not. I'm getting forgetful. Our Vet says I'm a Senior cat now. Do I look like a Senior cat? I don't feel like a Senior cat. My mirror doesn't tell me I'm a Senior cat. Do I look like a Senior cat to you, Sophee?
Sophee says: "I'm investigating this gray Easter Bunny in our cat tree -- wearing a mask like our hooman -- to fight Covid-19! I don't know about your house but we're sure enough fighting it here. Everything that comes in our house gets sprayed & sanitized. It's a big hassle but our hooman reminds us: 'We gotta do this.
Our hooman loves Christmas Carols & blinking Christmas lights. She just got my fav blanket out of the clothes dryer. It's sooo warm & soft. I'm gonna' curl up on it right here & take my much-needed catnap. We get so busy this time of year. So catnaps are mandatory if you know what I mean. You can listen with me to our hooman's fav Christmas Carols.
Here's another pic of us in the dark. Our hooman didn't edit this pic or make it lighter. My eyes are super bright cause I'm looking directly into the camera's flash. The shine comes from that reflective layer at the back of my eyes called the 'tapetum lucidum." Spirit sits above me but he's not looking so directly into the flash of the camera.
Gracee, you don't believe me do you? Turkeys can fly! Wild turkeys that is, not the turkeys raised on farms. Sophee, I don't believe anything you meow! So prove it. We'll watch for a flying turkey.
Are you a wild turkey or a domestic turkey? There's a difference. Our hooman says wild turkeys: eat off the ground, roost in trees, can fly @ 40 to 50 mph but only for short distances, can run on terra firma @ 12 mph, & are adept swimmers. They move through water by tucking their wings in close, spreading their tails & kicking!
Let me introduce you to our regular house guests, Fran & her hubby Ken. Where is Ken? Reading. He reads really early every morning. They might not stay with us for very long so we soak up whatever attention they give us. Most important, Fran is the best "Catch-the-Laser" player of all the hoomans that we know!
Be forewarned all you Tricksters & Tweeters, you come knockin' on our door, we'll answer but we cats aren't given' up any treats! No siree! All 4 of us agree on that!