The word that describes Dolly best is "sweet." She always wanted to be held, cuddled and petted. And she returned affection by giving "nose kisses" and reaching out to hold "hands" with me.
Dolly never meowed out loud. She made the motion of meowing, but you had to be looking at her to know it. The only sound she ever made was when her brother, Lama, played too rough and then she would scream like a wildcat and come running to me for protection.
