Snowy

Snowy

She was my little heartthrob.  My 'own' first kitten.  I got her when she was just two weeks old from a family friend.  Snowy was such a cutie-pie; a very friendly and disciplined little kitty.  Snowy had big round pearl eyes and long, golden hairy tail.  She was an adorable little one.
            

Snowy's playground was inside the house, running to and fro, colliding on walls.  She shoots like a rocket from one end of the house to the other end of the house, sometimes tripping us down and most of the time she goes and hit somewhere.   When Snowy runs, her tail stands up straight 90 degrees.  In the morning she comes and wakes my mother.  She will start screaming at the top of her voice until she get her breakfast pedigree [she loves pedigree ..lol... maybe that explains her hyperactivism].  She won't allow mom to do anything else until she gets her pedigree.  After breakfast she will be there all around the house, running about, playing, scratching on chairs, tripping someone down, so happy.

    It was fun to watch her playful attacks.  She will hide behind a chair or table and peep from there and watch her target for sometime.  Then slowly slowly she will come outside and start stretching and crawling slowly slowly [as if she is in military].  Then she zero-in to her target, which often will be my leg, and pounces up and down and touch my leg and run with her tail 90 degrees straight.

        Snowy loved to fiddle with my leg.  She tries to grab my leg and nibble or frog-kick when am walking about or if I swing my leg while sitting on a chair or when am lying down in bed.  When am reading a book or watching TV, she will be there on my lap either biting or pricking at the book or remote.  If am watching TV for a long time and not looking at her, she will jump atop the TV and lie down there and look at me as if telepathizing to look at her.  When I get back from office, she will come galloping and move in circles round my leg until I take her up in my hand.  She was such a dear and loving kitty.