Basement Cat

This is Ursa Henrietta Minor, or Ursa for short. She's the newest member of our little family (read: The Nancarita shanghaied me into taking her).
Don't let her sweet face fool you. Or the fact that she's a girl tell you differently - she's got balls the size of Texas and she ain't afraid to use them. She's cunning, too, using the cuteness and motor loud purr of hers to worm her way into - or onto - whatever she wants.
She growls when she eats. She also protectively hugs her food, like the nerd in class shielding his test answers from the kids who didn't study.
She uses her paws like hands.
She also likes to think she helps me blog.*



*Please ignore my taste in beer.