Her Royal Highness Queen Jadzia circa October 2001 age approximately 6-8 weeks.
I wouldn't trade one single moment, as rough as some of them were, for anything because she - and her brother and her son - mean so very much to me.
I just love those dainty little paws, that little rat tail (that her son got from her, I swear I don't remember Curzon having it for more than a hot minute LOL). She was obviously younger as she was quite smaller, but smarter, as she'd already figured out that you don't use the entire back paw for walking!
A VERY pregnant Jadzia, still healing from the vicious daddy cat that bit too hard on her neck. It took me a long time to get that to heal partly because she was extremely good at getting through any bandaging I had on her and I didn't have the funds to get her medical treatment. She came through just fine and the wound over an inch in diameter healed to a scar the size of a pea, that you can't notice if she's got a full coat going! I'm not sure ANY of us knew what was going on, I know I didn't! She hid her pregnancy very well, but once she popped that little kitten out, she was on the job instantly!
My mama and my little Boo. What a precious mama and son! Need I say more? Naw...
My happy mama cat, Empress of her domain, resident nurse, male wrangler, you-name-it. She knows how to get her daddy to give her the royal attention she deserves and keep her brother away too!