When Mocha was young, she would wake me up regularly howling at the top of her lungs. I'd fly out of bed thinking she was trapped somewhere or hurt....and often find her on the stairs or in the hallway with her little "red ball" (pompom). She'd drop it as soon as she seen me and then go into that "play with me" mode.
...Always in my heart... Mocha....Nov. 13, 2002 - Dec. 6, 2013
.... Slave to Bengal Cats....Luna, Mystik, Simba, Komet, Meli,
Spark, and Star
.....and a collection of kittens at various times.