a girl with no curl but identical in every other way

There once was a girl who had a little curl
right in the middle of her forehead
And when she was good
she was very, very good
And when she was bad
she was horrid.

(from an old nursery rhyme)

Not five minutes ago, Tigra was skipping across my computer keyboard, nosing into and knocking things off my desk, stretching up to paw askew a framed picture on my wall. I had to reprimand her and tap her on her bottom and, Tigra-like, she meowed back at me. At this moment, however, she's sitting, quietly and adorably, atop my computer, paws hanging just over the computer screen.