[NJFemmie]

Since losing my two babies, Ember has been more vocal. He doesn't meow like other cats, but instead tries to speak. Some of the things we've heard ... "I don't know" and "I'm right behind you" among other various phrases. Of course not phonetically perfect, but close enough. I've even taught him how to say water. You can't walk in the room with a water bottle in your hand, he'll be all over you asking for water.

People think we're a bit off the wall with this, but thankfully our niece has witnessed some of his vocal prowess.

As far as silly, lately, Ember will try to run into the fridge when you open the door. I guess he's trying to tell me it's time to turn on the air conditioner. Otherwise, he's pretty much a mellow cat and I really haven't seen him do anything too silly. I'm sure when he was younger he's had his moments. I'll have to ask Mare about that.

When my Charlie was alive, he had the hots for my femme things. Nail files, high heels, makeup brushes. I would swear he was a little gay boy, but no - he was definitely a lady killer and charmer. (He was just "sensitive"). He'd like to stick his paws in my heels (usually my boots), and would steal my makeup brushes so he could rub his face all over them (even though they were soft, I didn't quite get that). He was always there when I was putting on my makeup, getting tips. Whip out a nail file and he'll grab your hand and pull it toward him. He'd want to take it somewhere private. *shrug* He was also the family hair stylist. In an attempt to wake you up in the morning, Charlie would sit at the top of the bed and run his paws through your hair. He's created some interesting and wild hair styles in his day.

Shaolyn on the other hand was pretty laid back and quiet. She did have a plastic bag fetish and would want to chew on bags. When she was alive, I'd have to make it a point to make sure no plastic was anywhere within her reach, as no plastic was safe. When she was a bit younger, she used to open the kitchen cabinets and sleep inside of them.