She’s a black female, @MrGrimm888.
She meows, @Pandora. She yells all the time. The dip will scream to be let in the side, sliding glass door, and immediately charge through the house and yell to be let out of the back door onto the deck. It’s the long way around. If she just wanted to go on the deck she just needed to cut through the yard, but no. She has to come yell at us.
She just never purrs. Another interesting thing about her: We found her when she was about 5 weeks old. Mom had moved her into a corner on our back deck. We brought her in. It was a hard decision because we knew Mom would be looking for her but the alternative meant certain death at some point, after she was weaned. Anyway, from a very young age she would round up the little kid socks that were hanging about the house. She’d carry them about in her mouth making that curious, rolling yelping sound that I’ve only every heard before in actual mother cats calling to her babies.
As she got older and started venturing out in the neighborhood, she’d find kid socks elsewhere. I guess in other people’s yards, and you could hear her coming from a mile away, long before you could see her. She’d bring them in and put them in her food bowl. It’s the darndest thing!
She has never, never liked to be cuddled. In 3 years she has never jumped on anyone’s lap. She’s also an asshole. I’ll be watching TV, sitting on the couch, and she’ll come out of now-where and claw the shit out of my foot, or hand, whatever she can reach, and then run. It draws blood!
Then, about 2 weeks ago, we had some wicked straight line winds blast through. They must have been 70 mph. A few seconds later I heard Vanta screaming at the sliding glass door. Normally I’d just flip her off and make faces at her, but this caused me to jump to let her in. When she tumbled in I just scooped her up and held her close to my chest because she was so scared. I know those winds took her off her feet, if they didn’t actually throw her across the yard.
It took me a moment to realize….she was not struggling! She wasn’t trying to slap me in the face either! She was just quiet, as I carried her across the room and laid her on the couch.
A week later I was sitting in our easy chair, when Vanta jumped on my lap and curled up!! I’m used to cats on my lap so it took a moment to register. When it did I said, quietly, in awe, “Rick….”
He looked up and about fell over himself.
She’s jumped up a couple of times since then. But she never purrs. She also never seems to get completely comfortable on my lap, either.