Pocket was shy when I first met her. She had beautiful eyes. Although known to be unpredictable to others, I was never afraid to pick her up and get a hug from her. I knew I was in for some fun with her, when she was a kitten she loved to attack my feet. Then when she was 10 weeks old, she got a sister that she always wanted to beat up and yet I would often see them sleeping curled up together. Pocket had long grey toned hair and she enjoyed hitting people with her long tail. She was in my life for 13 years, and it was horrible when I had to let her go. I am comforted by the fact that she is longer in any pain. I hope to one day see her again, in the way that I remember her.