Cat Memorial: Cofjn (pronounced: Coffin)
Sometimes she enjoyed having her photograph taken. Mirrors sometimes tripped her out.
We aren't sure when she was born, but she was at least 3 when she died. We aren't sure how she passed, but I am glad she's no longer in pain.
We got her from my husband's aunt. She was skittish and tried to take over the home. Queen Bee.
She wouldn't be very kind or listen to anyone but myself. She put her bully appeal away at night, though and out came the softy. I was the only one she'd purr for.
Cofjn was a paper ball fetcher and hoarder (as in under the bookshelf or in a box). Watched over me like a warrior while I was pregnant, played peekaboo, hide 'n seek and loved to chase and be chased like a dog, understanding commands just as well.
The coolest cat I trained to walk on a leash and chill outside on a lead. Smart enough to open my bedroom door to get in and to let herself back out.
I was the only one she'd allow to hold her without any qualms and when she was done, I'd put her down. I was the only one she wouldn't be a bully to.
Cofjn's intelligence and one-person-allegiance was due to her Siamese part. The other was calico. I love her and miss her. I still have her leash and collar; none other will use.