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- she was a mackerel tabby.
- she wasn't grey, though - she was more brownish with lots of black.
- her mother was a forest wildcat.
- she was half-wildcat, but she didn't inherit any wildcat personality from her mother. She was the most domestic kitty you could ever imagine.
- she had a brownish face and I loved it.
- she was very much my cat, but she also fell in love with my husband since the first time she saw him.
- she loved to sleep with us.
- she was the last kitten to be born and she was so weak and tiny that we were scared she might die - but she survived. This is the reason why we named her Victoria.
- as much as I loved every cat I had in my life, Victoria was definitely my favourite and I never had such a strong bond with any other cat.
- she loved to knead us like crazy. We used to jokingly call her "a certified cookie maker".
- her other nickname was Pétomane (farter) - for obvious reasons.
- she was purring a lot.
- she made it to 12, but she passed away of cancer last December. I miss her every day.
- she loved to steal food from my plate. No matter what I was eating, she always wanted to try it.
- she was the friendliest cat on Earth. Never hissed at us, never scratched, never bitten. At most, she was meowing in protest.
- she didn't really meow - her meowing always sounded more like eh or ah.
- she was generally quiet. You'd rather hear her purr than meow.
- she had one daughter, Alex - as friendly as her mum, but much more adventurous.
- she was scared of the bathroom.
- she loved to chill on the windowsill.
- she wasn't interested in boxes.
- she absolutely loved belly rubs.
- she lost her front teeth because of an incompetent vet, but she had long canines that made her look like a little vampire.
- she was smaller and lighter than average female cat.
- she enjoyed having her fur brushed. She was literally asking for it.
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