Just an average innocent little queen in the neighborhood. Yesiree.
Her mind is pure with her owner pursuing a commission from any major figure in a metro while on the week days going out for bellydancing class. She watches her owner practice everyday in their little surburban Bungalow abode. She goes out occasionally after she drinks kefir from her bowl to paw some butterflies, particularly the summer since she was a kit. While her owner goes out into the metro station, she wanders out through the basement window seeking out a tomcat worthy of whom to raise kits.
Though she appears flabby since her first labor, she retains a great deal of flexibility like a gymnast would do tricks on a pommel horse. She serves a good diet of fresh tuna and salmon, with peas, brown rice, and sometimes sneaking herself some oysters. She doesn't like kibble, unless it's dipped in kefir. She welcomes any human approaching the door by rubbing a leg in a playful yet seductive manner, wrapping her fluffy tail like a snake around Laocoön, even with her fellow canary of human accompaniment.
She may be called eccentric by outsider humans, but for her idiosyncrasy, she feels creative. She occasionally flexes her body with her best feral moves for such as yoga. She feels safe in her little bungalow abode in the whole avenue; she comminuicates with other queens through their window and see a band of toms across the street.