My Top Cat is Lillie-Belle. My petite muted calico, my girlie-girl Lillie-Belle is Rizzo in Grease, she's Pinky Tuscadero from Happy Days. She's my little one-eyed tough girl from the wrong side of the tracks, my felonious feline.
Lillie-Belle purrs like a locomotive, cuddles like a cougar. And she chases down any cat (or small dog) that looks at her funny, or sits where Lillie-Belle wants to sit. Or lays where Lillie-Belle wants to lay.
She will swat another cat from my pillow, or use her mean girl squint to scare another from my lap.
But Lillie-Belle saves her soft side for me. It's almost like there are two Lillie-Belle's living here. One's a mean girl, one's a calico swirl. I'm just glad that I get the calico swirl, my little pearly girl. Because frankly, I don't want to be the recipient of her scary mean girl squint.
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