She's cool as hell. I've had many y cars in my life and Darby is really a whole different beast than the like 30 or so I've lived with before. Pushing 10 and is still essentially a kitten, needs a solid hour or so of play time, still jumps me and play fights all the time (taught her that she can only bite me on the knuckles as a kitten and I go in wirh a curled fist so she can't do damage, when she misses and hits something soft she pulls back quick) and is hilariously defensive of me, if people visit she growls at them and then gets on a perch and stares them down the whole time. I had roommates and lived in punk houses for most of her life, so it's not like she wasn't used to other people, she just put them in their fucking place. Absolutely the sweetest cat to me specifically and to the rest of the world.

Shes dreaming about being Italian