Bowie is the baby.
I don't play favorites, but I'm telling you upfront so there's no snags later: You can't have Bowie.
Bowie is physically incapable of doing anything that is not adorable. She stands against your legs, and then hugs them. She pets her brother. Pets him.
She is easy-going. Nay, she is unflappable. Once, I accidentally dropped a metal bowl in front of her, and she watched it bounce and clang and come to a halt, then beamed up at me. She's a follower. Whatever you want to do is okay by her!
She loves her brother Henry the most, because he is the funnest. She really really wants to play with the boys, but she is only a fourth of their collective size. Whenever everybody is running around crazy, she checks in with Mommy to make sure she's okay.
Bowie's favorite toy is ribbon. RIBBON.
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Kitty!
Oh crap, you guys! I forgot to tell you about the cutest thing Bowie does.
She watches television. She's enrapt by it. She sits on a little chair and watches for, well, not hours, but like 20 minutes at a time maybe.
I love her.
So is Bowie androgynous?
-Kirk
Not really.
Apparently a local rescue shelter has a cat named Freddie Mercury. I should introduce them!
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