C.S. kept teasing her by asking, "Could you just stop purring for a moment?" and of course she couldn't. If anything, she purred more. She purrs if you look at her. She purrs if you talk to her. Whatever you do, she purrs. And boy, is she loud. Like a little diesel engine with clattery valves.
Now that the drawer's been removed, she still likes to nap in it.
And you know what it's like to be a kitten. A nap can come on rather suddenly at any time. Even right in the middle of a major session on the Turboscratcher.
Yep, she's out like a light.
I have a couple of leads on a home for her. One of them is a professor. I think she would make a great professor's cat. She looks smart enough, doesn't she? Goodness knows she's lovable enough for anyone.