I picked Nikki from my dad's factory, she was sleeping underneath a machine on that day.

She was SUPER-DUPER energetic, strong and very forgiving. She likes to "stand" and to peek what's going on on the opposite instead of sneaking her way to find out.

XD Nikki loves soft toys~ I gave her all my McD hello kitty fruit series mini soft toy and she treated them like her own babies. She always tried to save her babies when we took it to wash and soaked them in a pail. While we hang them outside, she sat there whole day to wait for them to come down.

To us, she talks, whenever you tell her something she respond to every single sentence. If you call her name, she raise up a tone like "hm?" to answer you, for real. And when you wave your hand and tell her to come, she will come to you.

Nikki likes to sleep on my piano until she started to grow fat and couldn't keep her legs within the keyboard anymore.

Nikki could be a real jerk at times.
I have an older cat, ShaSha, she doesn't like Nikki. ShaSha hissed at her all the time, but she just walked through her and brushed her tail through ShaSha face.
And sometimes ShaSha was sitting in the living room to relax herself, Nikki will gallop in from nowhere and jumpkick on ShaSha's head and ran straight to kitchen, then she makes a U-turn and jumpkick again from behind on ShaSha's head again then ran out.
Whenever dinner time, we gave them all the same meal, but Nikki always walked towards ShaSha who started to eat already, and slot her head below ShaSha and started eating her meal.

She was my exercise partner, for she always climb onto the roof and couldn't get down. Then she ll start to meow and i have to unfold the ladder and carry it to the end side of my house, put it there to wait her to climb down from the ladder, then unfold it and carry it back to the storeroom. Everyday.
The ladder is heavy, not those light type one.
Or, she climb onto the roof, and find her way into the ceiling, meow for help, i have to open the ceiling cover, dust and dead bugs all sprinkle onto my face, then Nikki will step on my head, shoulder, slowy climb down from the ladder then head towards into kitchen to drink without a dust on her.

It was really fun having her around, always.
Nikki doesn't show her pain easily.
Sometimes she failed to land safely and dropped badly, she just shook her head and then start playing again, and we could see her limping abit.
And because like that, we didnt noticed she was being poisoned, until she came back, meow strangely and her body started to cramp.

Everyone was heartbroken, even my dad, that stone face man.

We buried her infront our house. May her rest in peace. But if her spirit does really come back and visit sometimes, i hope she'll spook away those sneakers thieves. hehehehe~ :P

RIP Nikki