Gracie

Gracie is the youngest of my pride at about eight years old. She is a definite princess and loner and could care less about any of the other cats. She would prefer to smack them as much as look at them. When Gracie was around five weeks old, she came to me in a box that someone put on my mother’s doorstep. She was a scraggy, flea-ridden, pitiful kitten. Now she weighs nearly 11 pounds and prefers crab and prawn for dinner. Gracie also has a strange fancy for cheddar cheese Combos, potato chips and plastic. I affectionately refer to her as Princess Grace, Lady Grace, Boobie, Girly, Little Girl and Baby Girl.