She was born sometime 1994 (we think); and quickly established herself as an independent and yet graceful member of the household.
She had a distinctive Siamese tone to her voice, and used it often to communicate her opinions, wishes and whatever side commentary she felt appropriate. I could carry on an entire conversation with her, she would respond back at the appropriate times when I paused and it really did sound like she was listening.
When my friend and I went to get her, she was perched ABOVE the mailboxes in the entry to his condo complex; about 10-15 feet in the air... on a set of 4x4 roof beams. I'm glad that she made it so easy to get her; I don't think I could have climbed up there!
As far as I know, she never sprayed indoors, never picked a fight, and would warn you endlessly that she was "going to get mad"... long before she had any need to actually do anything about it. Baby came when I called (and not just because there was food!); and on her own terms would jump in your lap for a cuddle and a nap. One night, she climbed in to my Mom's lap; and just stayed there comfortably purring... and my poor Mom was so taken that she sat still with her for at least a hour or two more than she had any plan.
Baby got sick (classic renal? failure) and went fairly quickly and dramatically a couple days ago. I couldn't find her the evening before, and one of my roommates woke me to tell me she could hear something. I got Baby out from under the couch where she was hiding, and held her pretty much until the end.
I couldn't write anything, I was still feeling it. I still do.
... April 24, 2011. I think she died in my arms.
