Trixie is the middle cat in the household. She is about 9 years old. She’s also the crazy one, prone to meow at nothing and stare up at the ceiling as if she’s watching a ghost, thereby freaking out both of us in the household.
We got Trixie from a man who had kept her for two months and had renamed her Sophie. We saw her on a day it was raining and she was the calmest, sweetest cat alive. Only after we got her home did we learn she is completely terrified by rain and will hide if given the option.
So she’s occasionally insane, but she’s still a complete sweetheart and spends much of her time “helping” me when I’m writing. Thus her nickname.