I wouldn’t say she’s doglike, but her personality is not exactly like a cat. She’s like, It’s fine, if you need it more than I do. And she just lifts up her head and starts to bathe him when he does that. And he loves her so much, like, they’re boyfriend and girlfriend for sure, but if she gets a treat or something he’ll run over and start taking her treat and eating it. We have this other boy, Fenriz, and he’s objectively the worst asshole on the face of the earth. She’s really, really sweet to the other cats. She wants to sit on me all the time, she wants to be in the bathroom with me, knowing exactly what’s coming out of my body, and encouraging me with her voice as I do it. She believes I’m her mother and that I gave birth to her out of my body, because I took care of her from the very beginning and was with her all day. It was just like an obvious psychic power swooped in. But I don’t know, it was just like a psychic choice, because, as I said, it did turn out that the only food she likes to eat is little snacky crumbs. I think it might have had something to do with … Madeleine L’Engle had a little poodle that was named something similar, and that might have given me the idea. I don’t remember how I came across the name. She wants little, tiny snacky crumbs and things, always. It means “little crumb.” She really likes snacks, so it turned out to be a prophetic name. So we went into the little room with her and she was totally shaking, but you could tell that she was a little sweetheart. We had gone in to the SPCA to see another cat, actually, and my husband was like, No, let’s look at this garbage cat. She was very scared when we first met her. She runs around being like - GRRRMM! Then they brought her back, and we adopted her. Her foster mom called her Marge, because she makes little Marge Simpson noises. They shaved her and fixed her up, and they gave her to a foster family for a little while. But the vet at the SPCA took an interest in her and she nursed her back to health. I think the person who found her just brought her in to have her put down, because it was like, Oh my gosh, this poor little garbage creature. She had multiple fractures in her back right leg, and terrible wounds all over her body that were full of maggots and stuff. So we think she escaped, and had been attacked by coyotes, or a coyote. She was a kitten and she had escaped - we think maybe from a Ragdoll breeder, because it’s sort of unusual to have that breed just running around in the wilderness. We got her in October 2015, from the Lawrence, Kansas, SPCA.

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