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 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!
Spirit pays more attention to me if I whisper in his ear. No, I'm not going to tell you what I'm telling him. So, just in case you ever wondered if we cats ever talk to each other -- the answer is: "Yes, we do!"
I'm the Inspector-In-Residence at this house. Nothing gets past me -- not on Labor Day, not on any day. My hooman tells other hoomans that I don't miss a thing. And, I don't. I fly up and down the stairs between floors at breakneck speed, jumping off the wall if I feel like it and if my hooman has moved a chair, a lamp, a bowl, a pillow, I know. That's just how I am.
Thank goodness we’re indoor-only cats. How will we celebrate International Cat Day on August 8? The usual way. With the air conditioner cranked up to make the triple digit heat bearable.
I love it when I get my picture taken. But not here, not now. You'll notice I'm not smiling. But I'm almost smiling cause the vet assistant is really nice. It helps when she tells me how beautiful I am, pets me and talks to me in that soothing tone of hers.