It’s hard to believe that wee Cake was ever that small and fragile and helpless. She’s such an exemplary cat in her (near) adulthood. Those crescent moons on her face only got cuter and more pronounced with age. Above, she was about a week old. Below, she was around 11 months.
Cake is one of those cats that loves everyone: people, dogs, other cats. Unlike my nervous Major Tom, she hasn’t a care in the world, and unlike Regina who was raised around dogs and only likes dogs, she’s friendly to other cats as well. Major Tom is kind of socially inept, it seems. Like her tomcat father, Cake also tends to be talkative and adventurous.