Arguably the most dominant, and unquestionably the friendliest member of our feline family, queen Electra reigns supreme in this household. Ever since she showed up as a stray kitten on Robin's doorstep in Arizona, Electra has vocalized her view of the world to anyone who will listen. After some half-hearted deliberation, Robin and her college roommate, Wendy, succumbed to her constant meowing, and let a gray tabby take over their apartment. Patiently weathering an initial identity crisis (she actually answered to "Gilligan" for a week), Electra's infectious personality soon wore off on everyone (even Wendy's cat, Lucky). An affection junkie, she cozied up to anyone with a pulse, and rewarded them with vigorous waves of purring.

Now that Electra has joined a bigger family (and become, well, a bit bigger herself), she seems to feel even more strongly about playing hostess. A one-cat welcome wagon, she will literally "throw" herself onto even the most uninterested guest in a ploy to engage them in any sort of physical contact. And yes, she is a rather LARGE girl, so any attempt to ignore her is pointless. We often think she possesses more dog traits than the stereotypical "you-bore-me-yawn-yawn" attitude so many people expect from cats. She is great with kids, tolerant beyond all human capacity, and can still play a mean game of catch the bouncing flashlight beam. Electra also enjoys shredding newspapers (or bills/other important documents), sleeping on open books, and maintaining a serious shoe fetish --especially for the freshly worn variety. Because they grew up together, she has a strong maternal instinct toward Peanut, and will instantaneously guard him from any cross-eyed looks (or swats) Font and Ginger may throw his way. E & P spend many lazy afternoons grooming each other and napping in the sun; tangled into a furry orange and gray-striped sphere.

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