And beneath all that independence, she is surprisingly whiny. A tiny inconvenience can turn into a dramatic little “meow,” as if the whole world has betrayed her.
She is soft, but not completely tame. Sweet, but with claws. A little wild, a little clingy, and sometimes terribly dramatic.
If she were a cat, she’d be the kind that smells like vanilla, pretends she doesn’t need anyone, then quietly comes back and asks for attention.
