Deep Blues

She’ll grace you with a presence, not as if she had been handpicked, but like that of a twice divorced duchess. Royal in appearance, with markings like war paint, a natural makeup emphasizing her beauty, though as chaotic as they come. No one can find themselves in her way, and the knowing within her sassy expression is as though she’d be twice her age. Such fierce energy twisted into a pandemonium of gray striped fur. She’ll sometimes simmer to a purring disk as your fingers run through the soft hairs of her back.