Whitesnake (named to match her brother-in-80’s-hair-metal-bands, “Pantera”), is essentially a perfect cat. She’s affectionate, semi-independent, happy around people and other cats, happy playing with just about anything (including, among other things, dust motes), happy sitting in laps, and well, just generally happy.
She’s also a bit of a gymnast, and very happy to climb from the floor to waist height in about two bounds when you haven’t clipped her nails in a week or two. And she burrows like a little groundhog. I found her deep at the bottom of my pillow case once, purring away.
Also, she follows you around like a puppy, right on your footsteps. And she comes when called. If you ever wanted a puppy in kitten form, you’ve found her.
She’s litter- and scratching-post-trained, too. One thing she’s still working on learning is “chewing.” Consuming dry food is a skill that’s quite beyond her so far. We’ve tried, and if you add water to the bowl of wet food, she’ll eat some, but she generally just waits to be fed wet food, then vacuums it in as fast as she can.
She’s gotten more independent with age, but she’s still completely attached to her brother, so she’ll want some love and attention when you get her home so she’s not too lonely. But other than that, she’s not very demanding. She seems happiest when she’s dozing on your lap in the afternoon.