Valetta (First try at description!)

Valetta is what they call a Mackerel tabby because the patterns on her fur look like fish bones. She is almost all grey but the stripes that cover her are black. Her stomach and chest are a tan color. She has white fur around her mouth that makes it look like she just dipped her chin in a bowl of milk. Her nose is dark tan color and the same dark stripes that cover her body are also on her face. She looks like a little bob cat.

She has these piercing yellow eyes. When she looks at me I feel like she's looking into me. At night, when she's prowling around my room, the pupils of her eyes are so big that they almost consume the yellow in her eyes. During the day, her pupils are tiny little slits. They remind me of snake eyes.

Her fur is so soft, it feels like silk. The fur on her stomach is the most soft, though the pads on her feet are pink and very tough. Her tough is a light pink almost the color of bubble gum. It’s rough and it feels very similar to sandpaper when she licks my hand.

When she meows, she meows at the top of her lungs. Whether she’s begging for food or attention, she makes herself heard. Often at night, she’ll keep me up with her loud meowing or even worse, I’ll hear the sound of the things on my dresser crashing to the floor. Late at night, when I’m trying to sleep she likes to get up on my dresser and push everything off of it. She just sits there, and paws at what sits on my dresser, whether it’s a Cd or a necklace of mine, she paws at it with playful abandon until it comes crashing to the floor. She repeats this process until I lock eyes with her.

Sometimes she doesn’t even meow – she whines and she screams. So loudly, that I swear the people in the apartment next to ours must hear her. She does this when she’s away from me. She’ll paw at the door, she’ll cry until I come in and hold her. It’s similar to the sound of a baby crying or a scared defenseless little animal. When I come and get her, she calms down so rapidly, it’s almost like she’s melting in my hands. She rests her paws on my shoulder and I feel the warmth of the love of a pet and her purring reverberating in her throat.