Oddly, that cat looks a lot like our cat.
She tolerates being carried around by a sucession of toddlers, and seldom scratches them (even when they deserve it), so she’s OK.
She is not quite the born killer of our previous cat, though. That one would bring me (not Mrs. MWT or the clan) daily offerings of mice and birds.
I live in an all-but-me female household, and we’ve noticed the cats always treat me as the alpha-male of the pride. It’s pretty funny, if annoying, to always have a cat underfoot and/or in-lap.
She needs to get a worthwhile hobby. Purposely breeding cats should mean jail time in this world today. Witch.
What’s with the propensity for publishing peoples’ age when it has nothing to do with the story?