the dhan. the myth.

Dhan is a beautiful woman who was bestowed upon us in the winter of 2004.

Back then she was so small she could easily fit in your hand. My sister took her everywhere (the doctor's office, the mall, even the Christmas eve service at our parents' church). Dhan got upset being in the car and would mew constantly, I found that the only way to stop her was to put her on your shoulder and bounce her like a baby. She is reportedly treated more like a spoiled infant than a cat. She will never do jack shit for treats (including take it from your hand), enjoys loud and random squawking, NOT eating her food on the floor with other cats (thank you very much!), sitting in her own chair during dinner, men, squinting (especially with one eye), making terrible faces in photos, and just in general doing whatever the hell she wants.