Added to the hoard two years later, Jinx was the straw that broke Misha's back. Yet another calico, Jinx was afraid of her own shadow, and thanks to Misha's constant pestering, she wound up staying in the bedroom all of the time; she only came out to eat and use the litter box. She was affectionate, but rarely interacted with us.
Aside from interesting markings, her most remarkable trait was her rather unusual pose while reclining.
Between her hiding in the bedroom and my moving out, I barely got to know her.
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