It's a term of endearment, really. Actually, Katryn is the only little shit amongst them, because after spending her entire life using a litterbox, about a year ago outright refused to use it anymore. The entire house is now her bathroom...she's taken a piss on the bed a couple of times while the missus and I were sleeping in it, and we've come home from work to find a fresh dump somewhere completely horrible, like in the sink or on the stove. She's a total butthead, but we love her
17. She's had cancer removed from her spine twice, and apart from a little arthritis in her joints, she shows no sign of leaving us any time soon. She's grumpy, pissy, mean and a bully to the rest of the cats. The usual symptoms of being ancient.
Yes. She is Katryn's offspring, just a year younger than Katryn, and when she was a baby she looked just like a brown bear. Less so now, but you can still tell a little bit. And despite being pampered and looked after very gently for her entire life, she is scared of everything. Even her own shadow. I call her Scare Bear.