Prissy was actually very affectionate with me and wanted on my lap all the time. She was aloof with everyone else. Sometimes, at night, she'd curl up on the small of my back.

She was even my guard cat. Once, when I was at home and out of it with pneumonia, my sister came to give me some medicine. I apparently pushed her hand away and tried to turn away from her too. Prissy, who'd been curled up next to me flew at her teeth bared and drove her from the room. The only reason my sister wasn't badly clawed is because my mother had both cats' claws removed; she always did that with cats.