A bit about Trixie

Trixie, my older cat, is slowly getting used to sharing her house with a
younger cat. She was six years old when I adopted her from the local
shelter, and she's been with me for two years now. I've no idea how she
ended up in the shelter.

In summer she's a medium-haired stripey tabby, greyish rather than
brownish, but she looks so different in winter. She develops this pale
grey, almost white undercoat, especially on her chest and belly, and the
stripes become much fainter, so much that you can hardly see them. As
we're in mid-winter here her coat is at its thickest now, and she has a
thick ruff on her chest. She looks like a big grey cloud. She's really a
beautiful cat.

I've no idea whether she was always an only cat. She is very playful and
loves chasing a ribbon on a stick, or batting a ping pong ball around.
She still doesn't like young Floki much, but she no longer smacks him
every time he approaches.