She has received her championship, but doesn’t go to shows anymore due to her mothering responsibilities. Gypsy is a champion athlete, executing leaps and catches far beyond her brother Issak and the rest of the gang.

She has an unusual fetish for socks, preferable her daddy boss’s socks. She’ll flitch them, spirit them away to a bed, landing or downstairs and them perform with them. She sings, tosses, bites and adores her chosen sock. She has to be watched very carefully around laundry.

The Siren of Socks

My name is Gypsy Rose Watson Dallas AKA Terewolf’s Chloris and I am a sock fetishist. I fell in love with socks shortly after the birth of my first four children. The kittens had nursed and were quietly asleep when the urge to do something wild with a sock first overcame me.
I snuck upstairs to my boss’s bedroom where I sneakily jimmied the closet doors apart. I slunk into the laundry basket and filched one of my Daddy boss’s socks. I joyfully carried it to the bed, where I danced, bit, bunny kicked and most importantly, sang to my sock. The singing is the funniest part. I yodel, warble, coo and howl to let the world know just how much I love my sock. When I discovered just how much fun being a sock fetishist was, I expanded my behavior to include Mama Boss’s gloves. I stole those by learning to open her purse by nosing the zipper apart with my paws and head. I can make do with her socks as well, but I really prefer my Daddy’s socks. I’ve trained him to give me a pair from his drawer every morning, just by standing on my nearby cat tree and singing!