Sassablanca Bergman, Mean Girl , She/Her

When I walk, the ground rumbles.

If not from my majesty and beauty, then for sure from all 18 glorious pounds of my furry body lumbering into the room. I will also announce my arrival with a polite yeowl but it is not - repeat NOT- an invitation to be pet. If you decide to test fate and lay your hand on my (admittedly soft) fur, I will give you anywhere from 2-5.47 seconds before I arbitrarily decide that is enough, and you meet the sharp end of my paws.

My favorite activities are laying on my back for a long nap so everyone can see my furry belly, but not touch (see above about the no-touchy rule!) and sitting at my preferred window like I’ve just done 12 hours at the docs and I’m waiting on a cold one (from my bubbling water fountain).

My pet parent (who loves me endlessly even with my ‘tude) is Andie Pederson and you can read her bio here.