Sophie

With those cute calico colors of hers, you wouldn't think Sophie was a stray. Mitko, sure, he's got kind of a rotten attitude, and Beatrix, maybe, kittens are handfuls like that, but Sophie? It'd be hard to imagine a family giving up a cat as precious as her. And you'd be right! Sophie isn't a stray - She's a feral. Sort of.

Born on a wharf to another feral cat, Sophie learned from a young age what she needed to survive alongside her siblings. The mice and wharf rats could only carry the clowder so far, and so when the fishermen returned on their boats with their hauls, she knew exactly what to do - Take her cute little face down to the water and beg.

If a cat could have puppy dog eyes, Sophie was about as close as one could get to the perfect blenheim Cavalier King Charles Spaniel. She knew how to work that angle - Lacy collars, bows around her neck, flowers tucked into her fur, anything to accentuate her kittenlike features (Except bells, that is - If you tried to put a collar with a bell on her, she would tear the thing off and throw it into the sea). And so she was able to keep herself fed.

But eventually, the fisherman caught on to her ploy. Or perhaps they simply grew bored of the same cute face waiting for them to throw away their profit every day. And, to be honest, seafood was getting old. So she left her family to head for the city proper, where the could get all sorts of new humans to give her all sorts of new foods: Chunks of burger, fried chicken, and - her favorite of all - ham sandwiches. At least, that was the excuse she gave.

But no matter where you go, you can only beg from the same people for so long. And so when The Wayfarers came around, she was more than happy to join them in their journey - And even if she had more mouths to feed now, she could tell from the moment she laid eyes on her that Beatrix and her youthful energy would be the perfect complement to her own hustling act!