The Brown Tabby – dark streaks spread far apart in a muddy brown river (the fur), black eyelin[ing] olive almond eyes – was a sturdy fine feline. And she SAT in the middle of the living room, tail curled around her feet, waiting to be acknowledged to be loved.
But the humans were oblivious.
The Brown Tabby, patient as a tree, eventually gave up. Walking to the door she turned her head and meowed to be let out.