Arwen The Magnficent

1977 - 1996

She had a great run...
from 1977 through 1996. Climbing trees, and jumping from rooftop to rooftop. Sleeping in sun-dappled flowerbeds, or on human beds, with her head on the pillow. Talking with the humans....

She was the ultimate fur person, the likes of which we'll not see again. At least for a long, long time.

Arwen literally came to us - a tiny little kitten, more fleas than cat. Jumping up to a screened window. Hanging there, saying:
"You have cats. You want me, too, don't you?"

Arwen never was a hunter, though. That was something for the other cats to do.

Like the time in her youth when a mouse got into the house.

Should be a cat's delight, right?

A real live mouse to chase and catch?

Not Arwen! She just watched the critter run over her father's foot!

She had more than few quirks (er.... endearing personality traits), too.

We called her the Sock Queen, because of her propensity toward finding a sock on the floor, and carrying it through the house while emitting a cry not too dissimilar from a cat in heat!

Was it her surrogate kitten? Was she merely weird? We never knew.

But now you know where left socks go!

We've already told you that she was a talker. In stature she had the build of a Siamese, so maybe that's where the vocal tendencies came from. But it was a sure bet that Arwen would always tell you what was on her mind!

It is good to be the Queen!