Mmhmm... still don't own it.
Leah was a cat person. Dogs, she just didn't like. They were so... dependant. They needed owners to feed and wash them, they needed constant affection, maintenance and reassurance, and most of all, they needed, horror of all horrors, Pack.
Leah much preferred the regal feline. They could fend for themselves and make themselves at home wherever they were. They bathed themselves and were independent; they chose who they associated with. If they wanted to be left alone, you damn well better otherwise you'd meet the business end of their sharp, gleaming claws. But if they wanted a cuddle you'd better oblige also.
Cats had grace and poise, Skill and power, whereas Dogs had rash, loud, and smelly. It was the Queen of Sheba next to the village fool, there was simply no comparison.
Leah happened to be the mistress of a particularly fine specimen of Felinicity. Amaya, a sleek, midnight, inky black Egyptian Mau, Her pride and joy. Amaya held skills Leah herself coveted, like the ability to scare her bratty little brother from any room with simply a look and a flexing of claws, but only if he was being particularly irritating.
He always was more of a dog person.
Amaya held a queenly personality, the only person who she'd bonded with was Leah herself, so it became evident soon enough that something was wrong.
One day, weeks after what Seth had termed The 'He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named' incident; Leah came home from school, and sought out her beloved cat.
Only for said cat to scamper, Hissing and yowling in the opposite direction.
That was the beginning of the end.
It would be with self loathing, not a week later that Leah would muse while looking down at her newly, inexplicably acquired furry paws. She really didn't like dogs.
Amaya means night rain... at least, that's what I gather, but, due to the extent of my supremely lacking Japanese skills, don't take that at face value. its just a cool name.