Today, my sweet black kitty turns seven! She's the eldest of the Miscreant Cat Clowder, and also the most reclusive/anti-social. When she's not sunning herself and tracking lizards, Dahli can usually be found hanging out on or around my desk and subsequently getting her hair everywhere. As she's gracefully aged, Dahli has become curiously odd and has taken on a very neurotic role amongst the other cats; think George Costanza meets Rain Man with a little Zsa Zsa Gabor thrown in for good measure. Nonetheless, Happy Birthday Sweet Dhee! The Pounce will be a plenty!