She's a pistol too. The other foster mom said she's a lovey lap cat... well so far she's squiggled and squirmed when I pick her up because she's too intent on beating up Flutter (and vice versa.) They've been wrestling an hour straight with both screamng their lungs out. I occasionally separate the two, they stare at each other while screaming their heads off, then butts wiggle and they are on top of each other wrestling (and screaming their heads off). Its really awfully sweet and I've been laughing myself silly for the whole hour.

A little broken leg hasn't stopped her from getting the better of Flutter, and a missing leg hasn't stopped Futter from getting the best of her!