This is Dorrie, she's a bitch, a communist, and a lesbian. Okay, that's a joke, but like, she's evil.
If you eat in her presence, prepare to have her tap your paw against your arm until she gets her share.
Also, she'll pull your hair at like 6am to wake you up if she's hungry, and also growls at everything in
sight. But when she's not grumpy, she's the sweetest, and i love her so dearly, even if she annoys me at times.

At times, she's kinda like an unofficial emotional support cat. If anyone in my house is upset, she lays on you
until you feel better. Even if I try to hide it, she somehow always knows and comes running. When I was a toddler
(we adopted her when I was 2-3), if I cried, she'd immediately come running.

My dad adopted her somewhat on impulse. My dad went to get cat food, and ended up seeing her. She was left in
a cage for a year and a half; all of her kittens got adopted, but no one adopted her. Long story short,
Dad came home with a cat that day, and now we have this fat little shit.

Her name is Dorrie after the children's book Dorrie and the Weather Box, NOT finding nemo.
I get it a lot, and no, it's not that Dory. Her middle name is Midnight, because I don't know man, it suited her.