Meet S' mores. S' mores pretty much is a grumpy old lady. I'm sure of her gender because she has given birth to two litters of kittens now, all of whom still live around here. She's a beautiful Turkish Van with soft snowy white fur in between her calico patches. When displeased she utters an infernal, bloodcurdling growl such as never has come from the depths of hell itself. She won't hesitate to take her vengeful displeasure out on her own offspring. I have even had the dubious honor of getting one of her claws stuck right in the mole on my palm. She'll even hiss and bare her fangs when the chickens come onto the porch to eat all the cat food.