Rivers will never allow you hear her without climbing into your lap and snuggling. Her nickname is Slither, because all of a sudden she will have inched her way into your arms. Her arch nemesis is cotton. Within minutes she will gut a toy, and spread the cotton everywhere, sometimes opting to eat it. She's perfectly comfortable laying on her back, with all fours in the air, and either snoring up a storm, or sucking on one of her toys. If she hears the freezer open, and ice cube drop, she will pull a phantom move and gallop up to the cube, snatch it, and disappear. All you hear is the crunching of the ice cube in some desolate corner. Her best friends live in a koi pond. Most days she is satisfied laying at the base of the pond in deep conversation with the fish (all named Freddy). When it's hot out, she will jump into her personal waterfall pond to cool off, then walk down the creek that leads to Freddys' to say hi while keeping her belly cooled off.