Her coat is of the tabby kind, with tiger stripes and leopard spots.
All day she sits upon the stair or on the steps or on the mat;
She sits and sits and sits and sits- and that's what makes a Gumbie Cat!"
T.S. Eliot's Gumbie Cat poem makes me wonder what Lulu is getting up to at night. She certainly appears capable of great things, despite never being seen doing them. She is sitting upright at the foot of my bed now, like a nursemaid: "Go to sleep now, stop that silly typing", she says. She's got things to do, and her people must be out of the way in order to do them.
I had better go, then. My mistress obviously has plans for the night!