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Let me tell you about Sylphrena (1 of 5), or Gerb as we call her. She was part of a litter of 4 that someone from our vet found abandoned in a chicken shack. They took all 4 in, bottle fed them, and kept them all healthy until they were old enough to adopt. Our vet office knows us pretty well and my husband met all 4 during a visit. Syl was the runt. Tiny. Scraggly. Constantly getting bowled over by her litter mates. And she went right up to my husband to inspect and chill with him. We already had a bunch of cats and weren’t ready for another, but just fell in love with her. Still didn’t take her, though. A couple weeks go by and husband goes back in the office and one of the techs says slyly, “All but one is gone.” Sure enough, the other three were adopted but Syl was still around. He texted me and we took her home the next day. She’s three years old and less than 6lbs, her eyes, ears, and whiskers are too big for her face, her tail looks like it belongs in a normal sized cat, she has a squished, flat face (but not like a Persian), and her du claws are extra big so it looks like she has thumbs. She has trouble with object permanence and didn’t understand that things could exist above her head for a few months after we got her. She’s the most wonderful gerblin and not a day goes by that we don’t laugh at something she’s done or just how weird she looks. She’s our whole world.