Alright folks. Show me your fighter.
Today, mine's Cinder. Coming in at a lean mean 13 pounds, she's the length of a Cadillac and fuzzy like a slipper.
Beware: KNIFE FINGERS.
Behold Endora, rescued from the mean streets of Compton as an exceptionally sick kitten, who grew to become 10 pounds of rarely seen, absolutely silent predator. I’ve had her a year and I still can’t pick her up. She has knife hands and strong feelings about everything. They’ll never see her coming.
