Intelligent, adventurous, and always exploring new corners of the world (or the internet). She’d probably sit by the window, watching everything with bright golden eyes, tail flicking like she’s already planning her next move. She’d have that mix of grace and mischief — independent, but secretly loving when someone scratches her under the chin.

Elegant, calm on the surface, but with that quiet intensity in his eyes. His fur would shimmer silver in the light, sleek and impossible not to pet. He’d move like he knows exactly what he wants. Confident, strategic, and maybe a little aloof until he decides you’re worthy of his attention. He’d nap on the highest shelf in the house, surveying his domain like a philosopher with paws

Elegant, expressive, and just a little mysterious. Her fur would fade like watercolor, cream blending into soft gray at her paws and ears, and her eyes — impossibly blue — would seem to look right through you, as if she saw more than what you said. She’d follow sunlight across the room during the day and curl herself into moonlight at night.

Majestic, intelligent, and impossible to ignore. His fur would be thick like winter fog, silver-gray with darker streaks that glint under sunlight. He’d have the kind of tail that moves like a banner — slow, deliberate, full of quiet authority. He’s the cat who appears calm, but inside, there’s a restless wildness — a heart that still hears the call of forests and storms.