She's grown from a tiny little puffball:

To a beautiful four year old girl.



She's very quiet. If Felicia is mewing, she wants something badly (or she's play fighting with her big brofurrs.) She has purr twice her size though.


She may be tiny and handicapped, but she is unaware of both! She's my mini-mite. No deformed leg is stopping her from getting wherever she wants to be, whenever she wants. I've been thinking of emailing some pics of her on the cupboards, climbing cat trees and chasing the big cats to the vet who told me she'd never be able to do the things "normal" cats do. (Is there such a thing as a normal cat!? )

Felicia says "Bring on the birthday nip, Meowmie!"

Happy fourth birthday to my littlest princess!