xumi's mom
Susan
Meet Xumi, our little F2. She's my first Savannah!
At 13 weeks old, she weighs 4.5 pounds and can jump 4.5 feet. I fear this may be a progressive linear equation.
She loves water, and will gladly jump into the shower with you. She has yet to endorse the civilized practice of toweling herself off afterward.
She has no fear of the universal cat equalizer known as the vacuum cleaner.
She is quite the gourmand and must sample everything we consume - yogurt, chips, cereal, Thai food, coffee, soda, pretzels, condiments, pasta, vegetables, salad, cookies and beer. The most efficient method is to jump at our face and snatch the delicacy just as it enters our mouths. If her timing is off she will try to lick our lips while batting our cheeks in a misguided attempt to force us to expel the item in question.
She is teething, but rather than biting and chewing on the massive array of expensive cat toys I have purchased on her behalf, she apparently can only find relief buy clamping her needle sharp incisors into the most tender human flesh. Favorite sites include the fleshy web between thumb and forefinger, the earlobes, and the instep.
She has her sights set on becoming a hair stylist, and to that end has found I am a perfect candidate while asleep. Since I have not allowed her the use of scissors, she has improvised by chewing, thus creating what I am sure she deems a more natural effect. She is so enthusiastic about this hobby she cannot wait to awaken me at daybreak by pouncing onto my face so I can inspect the results in the mirror and offer my critique. She seems unburdened by my criticism of her technique.
People have asked about her lineage, when I say she is 28% Serval and 25% Maine Coon, they wonder about the rest. The breeder states that the remaining 47% is a mix of Bengal with some domestic shorthair. Personally, I think it's velociraptor.
Her middle name is now Tsunami.
We. Are. Exhausted.
At 13 weeks old, she weighs 4.5 pounds and can jump 4.5 feet. I fear this may be a progressive linear equation.
She loves water, and will gladly jump into the shower with you. She has yet to endorse the civilized practice of toweling herself off afterward.
She has no fear of the universal cat equalizer known as the vacuum cleaner.
She is quite the gourmand and must sample everything we consume - yogurt, chips, cereal, Thai food, coffee, soda, pretzels, condiments, pasta, vegetables, salad, cookies and beer. The most efficient method is to jump at our face and snatch the delicacy just as it enters our mouths. If her timing is off she will try to lick our lips while batting our cheeks in a misguided attempt to force us to expel the item in question.
She is teething, but rather than biting and chewing on the massive array of expensive cat toys I have purchased on her behalf, she apparently can only find relief buy clamping her needle sharp incisors into the most tender human flesh. Favorite sites include the fleshy web between thumb and forefinger, the earlobes, and the instep.
She has her sights set on becoming a hair stylist, and to that end has found I am a perfect candidate while asleep. Since I have not allowed her the use of scissors, she has improvised by chewing, thus creating what I am sure she deems a more natural effect. She is so enthusiastic about this hobby she cannot wait to awaken me at daybreak by pouncing onto my face so I can inspect the results in the mirror and offer my critique. She seems unburdened by my criticism of her technique.
People have asked about her lineage, when I say she is 28% Serval and 25% Maine Coon, they wonder about the rest. The breeder states that the remaining 47% is a mix of Bengal with some domestic shorthair. Personally, I think it's velociraptor.
Her middle name is now Tsunami.
We. Are. Exhausted.
Love your description of Zumi as well...
